HYACINTH

<p>HYACINTH is about loving someone who is slowly slipping away and the quiet ruin that kind of love leaves behind.</p><p>Kharqa Begum has spent years living like a closed door her world reduced to silence and wilted flowers. Until one morning a man arrives at dawn and asks for a single purple hyacinth. His name is Anwar: gentle distant and carrying a love so heavy it threatens to crush him.</p><p>Every dawn he returns. Every dawn Kharqa feels her heart daring to beat again.</p><p>But Anwar belongs to someone she never sees someone who lives like a shadow in every word he says. Kabir: the unseen center of Anwar&rsquo;s world the reason he clings to hope even as it hurts him.</p><p>These three lives tighten around each other like a knot: one breaking one holding on one falling in love with a heart already spoken for.</p><p>This is a story about the hopelessness that binds them the devotion that saves the longing that ruins and the cost of choosing someone who may never choose you back.</p><p>Some stories bloom. Some stories bleed. This one does both.</p>