Mrittika never asked for much—just a little space to breathe, a moment of quiet to write her poems, and the kind of love that stayed. In a world that barely noticed her, she learned to survive in silences and sacrifice, holding together a fragile home and a quieter heart.
Then came Aarav—camera in hand, sketches in his bag, and eyes that truly saw her. Two souls from different worlds collide under the Gulmohar tree on a rainy afternoon, and a single
Mrittika never asked for much—just a little space to breathe, a moment of quiet to write her poems, and the kind of love that stayed. In a world that barely noticed her, she learned to survive in silences and sacrifice, holding together a fragile home and a quieter heart.
Then came Aarav—camera in hand, sketches in his bag, and eyes that truly saw her. Two souls from different worlds collide under the Gulmohar tree on a rainy afternoon, and a single