♡ AUTHOR'S NOTE ♡
Before you begin this journey...
Welcome to a story made from silence, tension, longing, chaos, and the kind of love that doesn't arrive softly.
This book is extremely close to my heart, and every character you are about to meet carries a part of me in ways words probably cannot explain. Some of them will frustrate you, some will comfort you, and some will completely break your heart... but I hope, by the end, you love them the way I do.
Please remember that stories grow because readers stay, feel, react, and support. So if you enjoy reading, don't forget to vote, comment, and share your thoughts after every chapter because your interaction genuinely motivates writers more than you know. ♡
Even a small comment can make my entire day.
And lastly—
Thank you for giving this story a chance.
I hope it becomes a small part of your heart, too.
⚠ COPYRIGHT NOTICE ⚠
This story is an original work written by me.
All rights reserved.
• Do not copy, repost, translate, or reproduce this story or any part of it without my permission.
• The plot, characters, dialogues, aesthetics, and scenes belong to the author.
• Any similarities to other works are purely coincidental.
• Plagiarism or unauthorized adaptations will be reported immediately.
• Please respect the effort, emotions, and time invested in writing this book.
• Images used in this book are taken from Pinterest and are used only for visual/reference purposes.
⚠ CONTENT DISCLAIMER ⚠
This book may contain:
strong emotional themes
family conflicts
slow-burn tension
possessiveness/jealousy
emotional trauma
mature conversations
luxury / corporate romance themes
Reader discretion is advised.
Now take a deep breath...
And enter their world ♡
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## PROLOGUE ♡
Some people enter your life softly.
Like peace.
Like warmth.
Like something the universe always intended for you.
And then some people arrive like storms you never recover from.
They say silence protects people.
But nobody talks about what silence does when it stays too long.
How it slowly turns into distance.
How distance turns into habit.
And how one day, you wake up realizing the people you loved most have become strangers carrying your memories.
The Vardhans knew legacy before they ever knew peace.
Powerful name.
Powerful empire.
Powerful people.
But behind the grand walls of Vardgrove lived a family held together more by expectations than emotions.
Some stayed.
Some left.
And some were never truly able to return.
Aarav A. Vardhan left Jaipur thirteen years ago.
And with him, something in the family quietly stopped breathing the same way.
He built an entirely different life in Mumbai—cold, controlled, untouched by the emotional ruins he left behind.
At least that is what everyone believes.
Because nobody really knows what loneliness looks like behind expensive suits and unreadable eyes.
Aarya Sharma understands silence differently.
She wears strength like armor and control like survival.
People see elegance when they look at her.
Confidence.
Composure.
But nobody sees the exhaustion of constantly pretending you are okay when your entire world once collapsed publicly.
Nobody sees how hard she fights herself every single day.
Especially not the world that still remembers her as Aarya Nanda.
And maybe that is why fate keeps pulling them into the same frame.
Two people who mastered distance.
Two people carrying unfinished histories.
Two people pretending they no longer affect each other.
When in reality—
Some connections do not disappear.
They wait.
This is not a story about perfect love.
It is a story about the kind of love that survives pride, silence, separation, jealousy, grief, family fractures, and years of emotional distance.
The kind of love that stays hidden in glances instead of confessions.
The kind that ruins you slowly before it saves you completely.
Because sometimes...
The people we try hardest to forget become the very people we find our way back to.
And sometimes...
Home is not a place.
It is a person. ♡
𝐀/𝐍 - 𝐏𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐝
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