Agastya Mehra:
Agastya Mehra, a boy with amber eyes and a fire-touched soul, stood at 18, 6'2 tall and sculpted, a beacon of effortless charm. He was the most famous in college, his name whispered with longing, but his heart belonged not to admiration, but to Vedika, his bestfriend . Beneath the carefree facade, a storm brewed ,a soul shattered by the very hands meant to protect him. His parents gave him life, then slowly took it away, leaving echoes of trauma louder than any scream.
Yet from this brokenness, he rose like a phoenix , a man forged in flames, bound not by the past, but by loyalty and love. Fiercely protective, he would burn the world to protect those he called his own. To him, love was war, a fight he would never shy from.
Agastya built empires from ashes, conquered silence with ambition, and turned his scars into strength. But even in his success, something remained hollow. Not just a piece of him missing, but perhaps all of him. A man who had learned to dance through the fire, yet still carried the weight of it within.
She was his calm in chaos, the soul his own was stitched to. While the world fought for his gaze, his heart had already chosen where it belonged — in every laugh, every glance, every quiet moment with her.
"She is the moon in my darkness"
"I didn't knew that she means so much to me that her absence kills me "
"She is my love, my bestfriend, my saviour , my warrior , my forever, my vedika"
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