Margins Of My Heart

She had rules for everything-how to speak, how to feel, how to survive. He broke every one of them just by walking into the room. Pranathi believed perfection was the only kind of peace left in the world. Ishaan was proof that peace could be flawed, human, and still divine. They were never supposed to meet, never supposed to matter- the disciplined girl with a heart full of equations, and the man who lived like the universe owed him no explanation. But love doesn't happen in the centre of the page; it spills into the margins-messy, unplanned, impossible to erase. Margins of My Heart is a story of control meeting chaos, of the prayer that fell in love with the storm, and the perfect man who had to unlearn perfection to keep her. Because sometimes the people we fight hardest are the ones we were written for all along.