Prologue

Dedication

For every heart that believes in slow love, soft healing and the magic of destiny. For those who believe some love stories are written not in words, but in fate itself.

PROLOGUE

People say fate is just a coincidence.

But when I met him, it felt louder than any truth I had ever known.

He didn’t believe in love. Or in God.

Yet somehow, my presence shattered the silence he hid behind.

And me?

I believed in Shivji, in light, in love.

I wasn’t supposed to fall for a storm I couldn’t control.

Yet there we were - a broken man who didn’t want saving and a girl who wasn’t afraid to love the ruins.

Some stories begin with promises. Ours began with a wound.

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“TUMNE… tumne mere locket ko haath bhi kaise lagaya?” (How… how dare you even touch my locket?)

His voice wasn’t loud but it was sharp. Wounded.

I didn’t know the chain I touched carried pieces of his broken past.

“I was just trying to understand you.”

“You don’t need to understand anything. Just… stay out of it.”

I was only trying to understand him.

But he pushed me away like I had touched a wound I wasn’t worthy of knowing.

That night, I cried for someone who didn’t even know how to accept care.

—

And yet, time flew like the wind.

One night, at 2:30 a.m., he stood outside my house.

I had told him about my nightmare, the one where I lost him.

And then… he was there.

“Promise me… you’ll never walk away from me, Rudraansh.”

“Where would I even go,” he said softly, “if not with you, Anvika?”

His voice was casual, but his eyes had heard my silence.

—

He laughed openly for the first time… because of me.

And maybe, just maybe- that smile stayed with him forever.

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“Tum itni parwaah kyun karti ho meri?” (Why do you care so much about me?)

“Kya pata… shayad Shivji ne mujhe aapke liye bheja ho.” (Who knows… maybe Lord Shiva sent me for you.)

He looked away. But something flickered in his eyes, fear… or hope.

—

The night he was stabbed, he didn’t cry.

Blood soaked his shirt as he fell to his knees, yet his eyes searched only for mine.

“Are you okay?” he whispered.

While I screamed his name.

He took the knife for me, even after I had hurt him.

—

“You’re the reason I breathe, Anvika.”

“Without you, I’m nothing, Rudraansh.”

—

They say destiny has its own tune.

Sometimes soft. Sometimes cruel.But fate never writes love stories without tearing a few pages.

And ours…

Ours was written in silence, scars and stolen smiles.

The girl who was once just a girl… now his Caramel.

And maybe that’s how fate speaks- not in noise…but in the way two broken hearts learn how to beat together.

This is not just a story of love. This is a story of belief, betrayal, healing… and home.