Prologue 🌟
Abhimanyu Vasishtha: He was never the man who believed in fairytales. Abhimanyu Vasishtha believed in effort, in grit, in doing what had to be done, especially when no one else would. He lived life like a soldier long after the war had ended. Silence was second nature. Pain? Familiar company. He had spent years building walls around his heart, convinced that softness had no place in his world.
Then came Aradhna.
She didn’t knock on the walls—she dismantled them, brick by brick, word by word, glance by glance.
Aradhna Bharadwaj wasn’t looking to save anyone. She had her own battles, ones she had fought alone for too long. She was fierce, and warm, and unpredictable in the way the monsoon meets the sea. She didn’t need Abhimanyu to complete her… she only needed him to see her. And he did. Slowly, deeply, entirely.
They started as strangers. Then strangers who couldn’t stop arguing. Then something changed.
A moment, a look, a truth shared in the silence between sentences. And suddenly, the cold man with the guarded heart found himself wondering what it would feel like to be loved by someone like her. To hold her hand. To trust her with his scars. To build something he didn’t even think he deserved. Their story wasn’t perfect , far from it. But it was theirs. Full of stolen glances, unspoken fears, midnight truths, and quiet love that wrapped itself around their broken parts and made them whole. What happened next? Well… that’s the part they never saw coming. Because some stories are written not in ink, but in fate. This one? It began with silence. But it was always meant to end in something much, much more.
