Vedika Oberoi:
She was a quiet storm, with winds wild and untamed behind soft eyes. At 18,5'4 her deep brown eyes held galaxies of warmth and stories untold, framed by silky, wavy hair that cascaded like stardust. Petite in frame, colossal in spirit, she embodied calm and composure, but with those she loved, mischief and laughter danced in every glance.
Raised in the cradle of love, she knew the sacred art of holding others close, fighting for them fiercely, and burning the sky to protect them. Her love for flowers ran deeper than admiration; to her, they were a language, a home—a reflection of resilience, beauty, fragility, and strength.
Insecurities whispered like shadows, but the light of those who loved her shattered the darkness, giving her strength. Yet, fate, ever cruel, ripped everything she cherished away. The girl who once danced in sunlight lost herself, her smile, and the joy that had once defined her.
But she didn’t break. No, she chose war. From the ashes, she rose—not as the girl she was, but as the woman forged in fire, fighting not just to survive, but to matter. She was a warrior dressed in grace, a girl who lost everything and still came back to life, for love and belonging.
She looked at him like he was sunlight after endless winters -warm, real, and terrifyingly beautiful. He didn’t just enter her life; he rewrote it. Where she once merely existed, he made her feel. Laugh. Breathe. He taught her that hearts aren't meant to survive — they’re meant to live.
"He is the peak of my existence"
"He irritates me a lot but with him even the hardest day goes smoothly"
"He makes me feel like home, indeed he is my home".
[Note: other characters will be revealed in the story]
Write a comment ...