Silent Trigger - Ink or gunpowder
She never fit the mould they wanted her to. No fluttering lashes, no glimmering gloss, no desire to parade beauty under neon lights. She wasn't the kind who dressed to impress or gazed longingly into mirrors hoping for validation. She dressed in simplicity and carried the scent of old pages and untold stories. While the world adored the shimming surface, she lived in the depths in thoughts too vast, in silence too rich, in dreams too tender for this cruel world.
She loved once - with all her heart, all her soul. And yet, her love become a joke behind her back, simply because she didn't play the part they expected. No one saw the universe she held within. No one noticed how beautifully she broke. That betrayal didn't just shatter her heart - it stole her dreams. And it that quiet surrender, she began to fear love as, though it were a fire meant only to burn her.
And then...there was him.
A man untouched by the warmth of affection. He had never known the comfort of a mother's embrace, nor the softness of being someone's first choice. He believed love was a fable told to the fortunate - those who were worthy of such softness. And he, in all his quiet strength and buried sorrow, never counted himself among them. He wasn't broken by love. He simply never knew what it meant to be loved at all.
Two people.
One who gave too much and lost everything. One who never received enough to even begin.
But destiny has its own rhythm. It weaves broken threads into masterpieces and writes the most unexpected chapters. And sometimes, it leads two scarred souls to the same stillness - a place where healing begins without a single word. That place is RUDRAKUND. Here love doesn't roar.
It breathes. It waits. It grows between glances and gesture, between the ache of the past and the hope of something more.
Like the sacred waters of an ancient temple, Rudrakund purifies what the world once polluted. Here, love isn't about perfection. It's about presence. About seeing someone in their rawest form - and choosing them anyways.
This isn't a tale of fairytales. It's the story of two souls standing at the edge of their own ruins - and finding, in each other, a home they didn't know they were seeking.
Because what's meant to be, always finds its way. Even if it walks through fire. Even if it hides behind fear. Even if they themselves try to run.
They both fell in love together - and deeper, harder, than they were ever expected...šŖ
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