“Manoj never stayed long enough to unpack.Especially when feelings get involved.”
Love isn’t his thing. Commitment is even less his thing. But then he sees Lyra in her white peplum top, and for the first time in his life, he doesn’t want to leave.
The problem? She doesn’t want to stay either.
Lyra is officially out of the love business. She’s built walls so high she can barely see over them.
But Manoj, nonchalant, emotionally unavailable, surviving on coffee and cigarettes, is somehow the only person who’s ever made her want to risk it again.
They have nothing in common except a shared fear of staying long enough to get hurt.But they try anyway.
He shows up when she pushes away. She stays when he goes quiet.
They learn each other’s languages: his silences, her spirals, the space between what they say and what they mean.
Then why does Lyra keep waiting for him to ask her to stay? And why does Manoj just want her to stay exactly as she is?
Will two people who’ve spent their lives running ever learn to stand still?