Librascales

Kanika Sharma was once a woman full of life—an ambitious HR manager, a loving wife, and someone who believed in the beauty of dreams. But marriage changed everything. A miscarriage shattered her, leaving her drowning in depression, an eating disorder, and a fear of blood. Instead of love and support, she faced blame, humiliation, and neglect. Her once-devoted husband, Vibhav, saw her as a burden rather than a partner.

When strange symptoms began surfacing, she turned to him for support, only to be met with indifference. With no choice but to seek help alone, she walked into a crowded government hospital—where she met him.

Dr. Mokshith Kapoor was a man of logic, not emotions. A brilliant cardiologist, he had spent his life avoiding attachments, believing love was nothing but a fleeting illusion. But something about Kanika unsettled him. She wasn’t just another patient. She was someone who had been broken but still carried the weight of hope.

As fate pulled them closer, a silent battle began. Her husband accused her of betrayal. Her family pressured her to return. And as Mokshith stood by her side, she began questioning herself—was this companionship, or was her heart starting to waver?

Did she truly love the doctor, or was she merely seeking solace? Could she ever escape the shadows of her past, or would she be forced to return to the life that broke her?

With every passing moment, Kanika’s time was slipping away. But when the final choice came, would it be love, redemption, or something entirely unexpected?

A story of pain, healing, and the fragile nature of the human heart—The Withering Paper Flower will leave you questioning whether love is a cure or just another illusion.

The Withering Paper Flower

(A glimpse into Kanika's thoughts, written as a diary entry or a letter never sent.)

I once believed love was the foundation of everything—a home, a family, a future. I was wrong. Love alone isn't enough. It needs kindness, patience, and respect to survive. Without them, love withers… just like a paper flower left in the rain.

I don't know when I stopped recognizing myself. Was it the first time Vibhav looked at me with disgust? Or the day I realized I was more afraid of my own reflection than of him? Maybe it was the moment I stood in that cold hospital hallway, holding a prescription I couldn't afford, realizing I had no one to call.

Dr. Mokshith Kapoor. A man who was nothing like me, yet somehow, he saw me. He never asked me to be strong, never forced me to change, never made me feel like I was an inconvenience. He just… stayed. And in his presence, I started to remember who I used to be.

But was it love? Or was I just desperate for warmth after years of standing in the cold?

Sometimes, I wonder what would have happened if life had been kinder to me. Would I have been happy with Vibhav? Would I have never met Mokshith? Or was this always meant to be my path?

I don't have the answers. But I do know one thing—whatever time I have left, I want to live it on my own terms. No apologies. No regrets.

Because even a withering paper flower deserves to bloom one last time.

Auxiliary Chapter – The Paper Flower’s Whisper