𝙈𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙞 𝙣𝙖𝙯𝙖𝙧 𝙪𝙩𝙖𝙖𝙧𝙪𝙪𝙣 𝙩𝙪𝙟𝙚 𝙟𝙖𝙜 𝙨𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙣𝙗𝙝𝙖𝙖𝙡𝙪𝙪𝙣
𝙆𝙤𝙮𝙞 𝙖𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙝 𝙩𝙪𝙟𝙥𝙚 𝙖𝙖𝙮𝙚 𝙣𝙖𝙖....
╰┈➤𝐀𝐫𝐲𝐚𝐤𝐬𝐡 𝐫𝐚𝐣𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡 𝐗 𝐊𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐚
"Aap meri zimmedaari nahi hain, Krisha... aap meri izzat hain."~♡
╰┈➤Aryaksh Singh Rajvansh - the well maintained doctor of rajvansh hospital . With royalty in his blood and command in his voice, he's known for his discipline, grace, and intimidating silence. Behind his composed demeanour lies a man who believes in traditions, respects values, and hides storms no one can see. He doesn't speak much... but when he does, hearts skip beats.
"Mujhe aapki duniya nahi chahiye, Aryaksh ji... main apni duniya khud banana chahti hoon."~♡
╰┈➤Krisha Sharma - a 20-year-old medical student with dreams bigger than the world around her. Shy yet determined, she carries the purity of her devotion to Lord Krishna and a heart full of hope. With her infectious smile and innocent demeanor, Krisha doesn't seek the spotlight, but when she speaks of her dreams, there's a quiet strength in her words. She believes in carving her own path, no matter how difficult the journey.
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She asked softly, "Ishq?"
He replied with a gentle smile, "Aap."
She whispered, "Dard?"
He answered, "Aapke aansu."
She hesitated, "Khushi?"
He looked at her, "Aapki muskurahat."
She challenged playfully, "Zindagi?"
He replied softly, "Aapke saath har pal."
She asked, her voice trembling, "Nafrat?"
He looked at her with sincerity, "Aapki doori se."
She asked, her voice almost a whisper, "Mera haq?"
He replied, his gaze intense yet tender, "Aapki har ek khushi... mera farz hai."
𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆🌷͙⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖
"You were the biggest mistake of my life! The worst regret I ever had!"
My voice lashed out, sharp and unforgiving. My chest heaved, fists trembling. I didn't mean it. I didn't mean any of it. But the words were out, irreversible.
Akshara froze, her wide, tear-filled eyes locked onto mine.
"You don't trust me?" she whispered, her voice barely holding together. "I did it for you. They sai-" Her voice broke, a lone tear slipping down her cheek.
My heart twisted painfully.
"You should have told me!" I roared, my knees giving out as I crashed onto the cold marble floor. My hands clutched my chest, as if trying to hold my breaking heart together.
"You should have FUĆKING TOLD ME!"
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Breaking News
"The famous Shekhawat elder son was found dead in a tragic car accident late last night. The police are investigating possible foul play..."
My phone slipped from my grasp, hitting the floor with a dull thud. The words blurred as my vision swam with tears.
No. No. No.
My breath hitched, my body trembling violently.
This can't be him. This can't be real.
"NO!" My scream shattered the silence. My knees buckled, and I collapsed, sobs wracking my body.
The last thing I ever said to him-those cruel, unforgivable words-replayed in my mind.
I never got to take them back.
And now... I never would.
🖊💫
His Shayari, Her Sparks
She's a no-filter, caffeine-fueled almost-engineer. He's a mischievous poet with a storm behind his words.
Sarcasm meets poetry, chaos meets charm-but behind the banter, both hide unspoken scars.
Will love give their secrets a voice, or will silence keep them apart?
A tale of wit, wounds, and the poetry of love.