☆°aesthetics☆°

His life was a nazm, and like an undetachable prose in it, was her.

Arnobi had it all, but the thing she forever craved for was the pride her father only had for Malhar, his perfect disciple. Yet, against every bitterness and bickerings, Arnobi is drawn to his Godly presence with childish curiosity and an inexplicable deep sense of belonging.

As life throws a tantrum, and everything goes downhill for her, she is left in a whirlwind where she must choose Malhar Agnivanshi, and now, as her husband.

In such a mismatch and that too in an unfavorable reality where life tests all the limits- Does he choose her or his indifference shatters the nazm of his life.