Janaki was named after a queen, but life never treated her like one. Born in a small town where traditions wrapped around people like invisible chains, she was expected to follow a path paved by others. But Janaki was fire—not meant to be contained.
From a young age, she knew her heart beat to a different rhythm. While others dreamed of love that bloomed under the watchful eyes of society, she dreamed of love that set souls free. She believed in a kind of love that didn’t bind but lifted, one that didn’t demand but understood.
And then, she met Aarav.
Aarav saw the storm within her. He didn’t try to calm it; he admired it. He didn’t chain her down; he set her wings open. With him, she felt seen—not as a fragile flower but as the force of nature she truly was.
But life, as it often does, had other plans.
Aarav had promises to keep—ones that had nothing to do with love but with responsibilities he couldn't escape. And Janaki? She refused to beg love to stay. She let him go, not because she didn’t love him, but because she did.
Years passed. The world changed. Janaki became a name whispered with admiration—an author whose words held the power to heal, a woman who turned her pain into poetry, her love into lessons.
And one day, when she stood on a stage, reading her book about a love that burned but never faded, she saw him.
Aarav, in the crowd.
Eyes filled with words he never got to say.
But Janaki just smiled. Some loves don’t need a second chance; they just need to be remembered.
Because real love never truly leaves—it just finds a new way to exist.
@JANAKIII
