𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫

तुम्हें पाकर ना खोने का जूनून सर पे है, कब से है मुझे नजरों में रखलो तुम कहीं कहना ये तुमसे है तुम्हें अपना बनाने का जुनून सर पे है, कब से है सर पे है, कब से है ~Dhwani It used to be a word I could say without fear. Now it lives only inside me, unspoken, unheard, but painfully alive. Sometimes I wonder if love truly needs a voice. Can't it exist in glances, in silent understanding, in the way a heart reacts without permission? And then there is Shlok. I don't know when my feelings began to shift. Maybe it was in the small things, the way his eyes soften when he forgets to guard them, the way his presence changes the air around me. He may never see it. How could he hear what I cannot say? Yet my heart still dares to hope. Not for dramatic confessions. Not for perfect romance. Just for one thing. That one day, he won't see my silence as a limitation... but as a part of me worth loving. ~Shlok I always believed it was built on conversations. Late-night talks, shared laughter, words that bridge distances. Love, to me, had a sound, a voice, a rhythm, an exchange. And then there is Dhwani. She stands before me like a question I was never prepared to answer. Her silence used to unsettle me. I mistook it for the absence of expression, of connection, of everything I thought a relationship required. I told myself I could never belong in a world where words could not flow freely. But lately... Something feels different. There are emotions in her eyes I cannot ignore. A quiet strength in the way she carries herself. A strange pull that makes me pause, makes me notice, makes me rethink things I was once so certain about. When she looks at me, there is no demand. No accusation