Prologue

My Dear Readers💗

Thank you for walking this journey with me — through every heartbeat, every silence, every unsaid word. Your love and support breathe life into my stories, and without you, these tales would be just whispers in the wind. Here’s to the magic we create together, one page at a time.

With all my heart,

Mira❤

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They say every love story begins with a spark.

Theirs began with a storm.

Sia Kashyap—the girl with a wounded heart, fierce yet fragile,

trying to guard herself from the world… and from him.

Kabir Malhotra—the man who wears guilt like a second skin,

haunted by the mistakes that tore them apart.

For years, their lives ran parallel—close enough to touch,

yet always at war with the memories that bound them.

From stolen glances in crowded rooms,

to whispered promises in the dark,

to the raw ache of longing that refused to fade.

Each ritual of their forced marriage only deepened the cracks:

the haldi that burned like old wounds,

the mehendi that traced his name on her trembling hands,

the sangeet where every step brought them closer to something neither could deny.

But every stolen touch carried the weight of old betrayals.

Every silence between them was louder than the music of their wedding.

And every time their eyes met, it was a battle—of trust, of anger, of desire.

In a world that called them perfect,

they were anything but.

In a story that should have ended in vows,

they stood at the edge—between love and hate,

between healing and heartbreak.

And yet…

Somewhere in the spaces between their words,

in the echoes of tears that no one else could see,

a fragile hope was waiting to be born.

This is their story.

A love story written in the ink of heartbreak,

a story where hate and love have always been two sides of the same coin.

Nafrat Mein Likhi Mohabbat.

Where every word burns.

Where every touch heals.

And where, maybe… just maybe…

they’ll find a way to rewrite their fate.