Hey readers! 💛

This is my second story, and I’m so excited to share it with you.

All the ideas, characters, and content in this book belong to me. Please do not copy, reproduce, or repost anywhere else it’s completely original.

This story is a feminine literature / romance piece, and it comes from my heart. It explores Aarohi’s journey, her struggles, and her growth  so please remember it’s fictional.

If this kind of story isn’t your cup of tea, that’s totally okay! You can choose to leave. But if you stay, please enjoy it with kindness and avoid spreading any hate or negative comments about the characters.

Thank you for reading, supporting, and being part of this little world I made just for you. ✨

— Evelyn

Aarohi Tripathi, a 24 yr old woman who learned silence before she learned how to dream. Born into a middle-class household where decisions were made for her, not with her, she grew up watching the men of the house speak and the women adjust. She was obedient, soft-spoken, and painfully aware of her limits, limits others had drawn around her life. Yet beneath that quiet exterior lived a stubborn spark. She studied not because she was encouraged to, but because books were the only place where she felt control. She had always believed independence was something other girls achieved  stronger girls, braver girls. Not her. Not the girl who was taught that endurance was a virtue. But destiny has a strange way of testing the ones who think they are weak. The night she ran away from a marriage she never wanted, barefoot, terrified, and desperate, was the first time she chose herself. She didn’t know where she was going. She only knew she couldn’t stay.

She thought she was escaping her past.

She didn’t know she was running straight into her future.

Devansh Oberoi a 28 yr old man who built his life brick by brick and trusted no one to hold the ladder for him. A self-made businessman in a world of inherited empires, he carried success like armor and silence like a weapon. His mother’s death in childhood had carved something permanent into him  a restraint, a distance, a refusal to show vulnerability. Living with a father who valued power over affection and a stepmother who perfected indifference, Devansh learned early that emotions were liabilities. Calm. Controlled. Observant. He didn’t raise his voice, he didn’t need to. His presence alone commanded space. People often mistook his composure for coldness, and maybe they weren’t entirely wrong. He didn’t interfere in other people’s messes. He didn’t play savior.

Until the night a terrified girl in bridal clothes collided with his car  and something in him chose not to walk away.

He didn’t believe in destiny.

But he believed in decisions.

And that night, he made one

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