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For the girls who grew up too fast.

Who wiped their mother's tears before they understood their own.

For the ones who were told to "adjust," "be quiet," "don't make it a big deal."

Who learned to smile at the dinner table while their world fell apart.

To the girls who carry wounds no one sees,

who were never allowed to break — only bend.

This story is yours.

You are not weak for surviving.

You are not dramatic for feeling.You are not wrong for wanting more.

You are the fire they tried to smother.

And you're still here — burning, rising, reclaiming.Here's to the softness they called weakness,and the strength it truly was.

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Inaaya Vedant Raichand

24

"You can drag me to the altar, Aarav. But I'll never be yours in silence."

Raised on expectations, not affection. Knows how to smile when she's bleeding inside.

Trust issues dressed up as independence. Pushes people away before they get the chance to disappoint her.

Was taught to hide weakness, so she turned rage into elegance.

Feels everything too deeply but never shows it.

Scared of becoming her mother — silent, sacrificed, swallowed by love.

Craves freedom, but doesn't know what it looks like.

Refuses to be owned, which is exactly why he can't let her go.

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Aarav Rathore

33

"You don't understand, Ruin. I saw you, and that was the end of my reason."

Smells like spice, danger, and the aftertaste of a ruined man

Doesn't speak unless it matters. When he does, it cuts.

Trusts no one, not even himself when she's near.

Control is his only comfort. If he can't own it, he destroys it.

Built an empire to never be powerless again — but one glance from her, and the walls start to crack.

Rage lives just beneath the skin.

Believes love is war — and he never loses wars.

Doesn't understand gentle. Only hunger.

Would burn the city to keep her close, even if she screams while he holds her.

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