disclaimer + aesthetics
DISCLAIMER
This isn’t a love triangle.
This is a story about timing, silence, and the people we almost end up with.
It’s about showing up to a destination wedding when the groom used to be your person.It’s about pretending to be fine while your past walks around in a sherwani.
It’s about bad timing, good dresses, and one too many meaningful eye contacts across the buffet line.
If you’ve ever laughed too loudly to cover up heartbreak—this story might feel familiar.
You’ll meet
Nayra: emotionally composed on the outside, internally spiralling.
Aarav: the one that could’ve been more, but wasn’t.
And Veer: the wrong place, right time kind of man.
All My Almosts is not a grand romance.
It’s a soft unraveling.
A slow return to yourself.
So take a seat. Pour something warm or a little bitter.
And read like someone’s watching.
Because maybe they are.
