
He laughed too easily.
She didn't laugh at all.
Atharva Rajawat -effortless, unserious, always ready with a joke.
And her-quiet, precise, someone who believed every word should mean something.
He filled silence.
She lived in it.
One found comfort in laughter.
The other in control.
And when they ended up in the same space-
It wasn't harmony.
It was confusion, irritation...
and the beginning of something neither of them understood.






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