I THOUGHT SHE WAS MINE: Some stories aren’t endings – they’re beginnings

<p>Dhruv lived in quiet corners—an introvert a coder a keeper of his own thoughts—until Kavya arrived all jasmine-scented laughter and restless energy. She turned his days into poetry: midnight ice creams hackathons that stretched till dawn fights that ended in smiles. They were fire and water and for a while the perfect storm.</p><p>But storms pass. And love Dhruv learned can vanish as suddenly as it arrives. One day it was there—warm undeniable. The next it was gone leaving only the echo of her voice in his memory.</p><p>The silence that followed wasn’t peace—it was a weight. Then came Prachi a counselor who became the sister he never had. Steady and protective she stood by him in his darkest hours guiding him back toward life.</p><p>On the trek to the Sahyadri Dhruv found someone. She changed everything—how he ate how he dressed how he lived. With her Dhruv became someone new. For the first time he felt he hadn’t just found love but a life partner.</p><p>Until one day…</p><p>And that day would unravel everything he thought he knew about love destiny and himself.</p><p>Some stories begin with love.</p><p>This one begins with what’s left after.</p>