She walked into his clinic to heal her body. He touched her pulse and found her heart. βThereβs nothing wrong with you, Ishaβ¦ the problem is your heart.β And from that moment, Advit knewβ she wasnβt just a patient. She was his obsession.
βEvery fragile heartbeat hides a longing, turning love into endless obsession.β
βYou wrote about pain like it was poetry,β he said, eyes fixed on the sculpture in the corner. She blinked. βYou read my letters?β He nodded. βEvery one of them. Before I even knew your name... I knew your silence.β βAnd yet you said nothing?β βBecause your words werenβt asking for answers. They were asking to be heard.β
