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The boy who fall in love with a blind girl then His world is never the same after meeting Mira, a blind girl with a dazzling spirit and a quiet strength. Where others see her blindness, he sees beauty, endurance, the rhythm of a heart that feels deeper than sight will allow.
The two struggle with fears, social pressure and the baggage of unspoken wounds as they fall in love. But together they find out the realest love isn’t seen—it’s felt. Even not only love there has so many Thrills some twist some bold traitor and also suspects

A touching tale of love, bravery, and the unbreakable bond between two souls and You must read and know the fate of this love if they have gotten there love or lose or what happend

The waves of love in my life

After Naira's arrest, Rehan had left for an emergency contact in the city. The security team tripled. Every door had a guard. Every window, sensors.

But it wasn't the traitor Mira feared anymore.

It was the silence between what had been and what might come.

Aarav found her on the balcony, curled beneath a shawl, hair dancing in the wind.

"I thought you might be asleep," he said gently.

She smiled without turning. "How could I sleep, knowing I almost never woke up?"

He sat beside her. Close. Protective.

"I should've noticed sooner," he whispered. "I should've—"

"Stop," she said quietly. "You loved me the best way you knew how."

"But maybe it was never meant to last, Aarav."

"I mean…" she took a breath, voice trembling, "…I can feel it. This war, this enemy — it's not over. And when it reaches us again… something will be taken."

Aarav turned to her, his hand covering hers. "Then let it take me. But not you."

Her lips trembled into a smile. "That's not love. That's sacrifice. And I don't want to be your sacrifice."

The stars blinked overhead. The wind carried the scent of ash and roses — remnants of fire and memories.

Mira leaned into him. "When I first met you, I was blind and broken. You didn't fix me. You saw me."

A single tear slid down her cheek. "But loving you… it's starting to hurt more than it heals."

Aarav's voice cracked. "Then don't stop."

They kissed then. Slow. Intimate. A moment untouched by war or betrayal. A desperate grasp for what was still theirs.

"I want to live, Aarav. I want to be strong… even if it means walking away one day to protect you."

His grip tightened. "Then I'll chase you across every battlefield."

She laughed softly, tearfully. "You always were dramatic."

"And you always made it worth it."

As they stood together, watching the stars fade into early light, neither spoke the words heavy in both their hearts:

Chapter 43: Where Love Lingers