The Roof Beneath the Stars
She was the girl who always expected people to leave.
He was the boy who made sure he never stayed too long.
Seerat moves through the world like a whisper—warm, kind, but always holding a part of herself back. The kind of girl who fades into the background before anyone has the chance to notice her. She smiles easily, speaks softly, and keeps her heart wrapped in caution tape—believing, deep down, that closeness never lasts.
Irshad is the opposite. He carries the kind of presence that draws attention without trying. Confident. Sharp. Untouchable. Everyone sees the fire in him—reckless, bold, untamed. But only a few ever notice the ashes he’s standing on. The way his silences say more than his words. The way he’s always just a little bit elsewhere.
Their paths were never supposed to cross. But then came a roof, a silence shared, and a moment neither of them could explain.
They don’t collide.
They orbit.
Careful, quiet, and far too aware.
This is a story of almosts—of fleeting glances, unspoken truths, and the ache of something building just beneath the surface. A slow-burn, friends-to-lovers kind of ache that settles in your chest and refuses to leave.
Because some people don’t crash into your life.
They unfold into it.