His Shayari, Her Sparks

"I handed you the rawest part of my soul... and you didn't just drop it-YOU SHATTERED IT, AKSHARA. And now... I-I'll never be able to pick up those pieces again." My voice lashed out-sharp, broken. My chest heaved. Fists trembled. My heart beat like a war drum against my ribs, each thump painful. Each breath, a scream I couldn't let out. Akshara froze, her wide, tear-filled eyes locked onto mine. "Ruhaan..." she whispered, her voice barely holding together. "I did it for you. They sai-" Her voice broke, a lone tear slipping down her cheek. My heart twisted painfully. "You should've asked me!" I roared, knees giving out as I crashed onto the cold marble floor. My hands clawed at my chest, like I could hold together what she just shattered. "You should have FUĆKING ASKED ME, Akshara!" I broke. "You killed me." --- Breaking News "The famous Shekhawat elder son was found dead in a tragic car accident late last night. The police are investigating possible foul play..." My phone slipped from my grasp, hitting the floor with a dull thud. The words blurred. My vision swam. My lungs refused to breathe. No. No. No. My breath hitched. My body trembled violently. This can't be him. This can't be real. "NO!" My scream shattered the silence. I ran. 🖊💫 His Shayari, Her Sparks She's a no-filter, caffeine-fueled almost-engineer. He's a mischievous poet with a storm behind his words. Sarcasm meets poetry, chaos meets charm-but behind the banter, both hide unspoken scars. Will love give their secrets a voice, or will silence keep them apart? A tale of wit, wounds, and the poetry of love.