Arohi thrived in darkness-sharp, untethered, unwilling to surrender her heart. A PhD scholar who played by her own rules, love was nothing more than a fleeting indulgence.
Tathagata carried his past like a ghost-brilliant, brooding, and bound to silence. A history professor with ink-stained fingers, a cigarette between them, and a sitar that sang only to the solitude.
She never expected to see him again-the man she once adored, now a stranger wrapped in mystery.
Their reunion is electric, a pull neither of them can deny. But he carries baggage, shadows of a life she never knew. And Arohi? She isn't the same girl who once adored him from afar.
As passion collides with the ghosts of their past, they must ask themselves: Is this fate giving them a second chance, or are they simply chasing a memory that no longer exists?
A story of love, loss, and the choices that define us-will they rewrite their ending, or are they doomed to repeat it?
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Mature Content Warning: Intended for mature audiences. Reader discretion is advised. (Sexual activity, taboo, prejudice, social issues)
LGBTQ: Negligible.
Cover and other graphics: Pinterest
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Tropes:
Student x professor
Younger x older
Class-gap
Second chance
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Started: March 1st (Most probably)
Status: Completed 10/04/2025
When there was no phone, a single glimpse of his mehbooba was enough for him.
When there was no era of whatsapp and Facebook, love was wafting in the air and feelings were express in the letters.
They say, love during era was the purest form of love.
Let's dive in deeper to see how pure it was.