Description

Some people don't walk into our lives. They collide. And sometimes, they save us without meaning to.

Iraaya Anand has spent years learning how to breathe again. By day she is a quiet, efficient bank employee; by night, a hidden writer who pours her unspoken pain into fictional worlds. She trusts almost no one... and her past has taught her to keep it that way.

Ehan Satpathy is a man going through life in muted colours. After losing his entire family, he moves through the world like a shadow... functional, polite, but hollow. Until one evening, standing on a lonely bridge, he lets go... and falls.

And Iraaya jumps in after him.

What begins as a desperate rescue becomes the first thread between two strangers who recognise loneliness in each other's eyes. But healing isn't poetic... it's messy, slow, and full of silence. As their paths cross again and again in the most ordinary places, something fragile starts to grow. Not romance. Not friendship. Something in-between. Something that scares them both.

Ehan learns to live again.

Iraaya learns to trust again.

And together, they learn that sometimes the bravest thing we can do is reach out-even with shaking hands.

A tender, slow-burning story about trauma, gentleness, second chances, and two broken souls who discover that love doesn't arrive with fireworks. Sometimes, it arrives like a quiet breath... at the exact moment you think you're drowning.