VANSHIKA NIRVAAN DEVRAJ
He looked as though he had been carefully chiseled from stone and brought to life, a living masterpiece that belonged under museum lights. His eyes were his most arresting feature rich emerald irises flecked with obsidian that didn't feel cold, but instead radiated a profound, gentle kindness. They were framed by a sweep of lashes so lush and dark they felt like a personal insult to anyone looking at them.
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✦•┈๑⋅⋯⭑⋯⋅๑┈•✦ To the world, he was the ultimate prize the kind of man women whispered about and poets wrote of. But his heart had never been his own to give. Since the age of eighteen, his world had narrowed down to a single person. One look at her changed everything, turning a boy's crush into a man's obsession. She wasn't just the love of his life; she was the very reason he chose to keep living.
✦•┈๑⋅⋯⭑⋯⋅๑┈•✦ A marriage of silence slowly turning into a story of love. [GLIMPSE] "You hug me first and then try to leave immediately?" he said, half-complaining, half smiling. "At least stay like this for a few more seconds." Ishani smiled against his chest. "Sorry," she murmured. "But don't you think minutes sound better than seconds?" ִֶָ☾. ᯓ★ Ishani is the calm in the storm graceful, selfless, and guided by emotion more than logic. She's learning to find her own voice in love and marriage. ᯓ★ Ranvijay is a man of few words and deep emotions the kind who carries his love like a responsibility, intense and protective. His dominance is balanced by quiet affection and guilt. The whole story is Author's pov.
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