Here's the prologue!

Shree X Krishna

The air was thick with the fragrance of sandalwood and fresh marigold garlands. The temple bells echoed in rhythm, yet it was her voice that stilled every sound.

Shree stood in front of the idol of Lord Shree Krishna, her hands folded in devotion as she sang:

“Madhuram madhuram, vapur asya vibho, madhuram madhuram…”

Krishna Thakur, dressed in a simple white kurta, stood a few steps away—eyes closed, mind open, heart still. But the moment he heard her voice, something stirred deep within him.

As if the divine melody was made only for him, only to reach him.

Without realizing, he began singing along. Their voices harmonized—not just in tune, but in spirit.

As the last note dissolved into the air, Krishna opened his eyes, desperate to see the one whose voice touched his soul.

But all he could see was a glimpse of her dupatta disappearing through the temple crowd.

She was gone.

And he didn’t even know her name.

Shiv X Shakti

The college temple stood quiet in the early morning mist. Shakti Thakur stood barefoot, adorned in a simple kurti, with her hands raised in prayer.

Her voice rose with power and devotion as she sang:

“Jatatavigalajjala pravahapavitasthale…”

The Shiva Tandava Stotram echoed with such grace that even the birds paused to listen.

Shiv Suryawanshi had arrived early to pray before his first lecture. A professor in this very college, he stopped short when he heard the chant—firm, graceful, deeply spiritual.

He stepped forward, only to find the girl with her eyes closed, glowing in the morning light like the Goddess herself.

Just as the prayer ended and he was about to step closer, another student approached, calling her away. In her haste, she dropped her anklet unknowingly.

Shiv bent down, picking up the delicate silver anklet—its tiny bells chiming softly in his hand.

He held it like a sacred memory.

He didn’t know her name.

But her voice—and her anklet—were now etched in his destiny.

Siya X Raghav

Small Ram Mandir in a Quiet Lane of Banaras

The first rays of sun kissed the small temple steps as Siya Gautami stood before the idol of Lord Ram. Dressed in a light yellow suit, her presence radiated innocence and peace.

She sang softly, yet with such depth that even the priest paused mid-chant:

“Shree Ram Jai Ram Jai Jai Ram…”

Raghav Suryawanshi had stopped by on his way to school, offering his daily prayers. The moment he heard her voice, he closed his eyes, letting her melody seep into his very soul.

He wanted to remember this moment forever—not for the prayer, but for the unknown girl whose voice felt like home.

He opened his eyes just in time to see her finish the stuti and turn to leave.

He took a step forward, about to ask her name.

But just then, his sister Shree called out to him, pulling him away.

He turned one last time.

But she was already gone.

And all he remembered was that voice—sweet, sincere, and unforgettable.

Laksh X Sharvani

The temple of Lord Narayana was echoing with the soft, divine hymn of the “Vishnu Sahasranama.” The early morning aarti had just begun when Sharvani Thakur, the youngest and most beloved daughter of the Thakur family, stood in front of the deity with folded hands. Her delicate anklets chimed as she slowly started singing the stuti, her innocent voice dripping with devotion, catching the ears of everyone present.

Among the devotees stood Laksh Gautami, who had arrived with his family for the sacred morning prayer. His eyes were closed in meditation until the melody reached his ears and stirred something deep inside him. He opened his eyes, mesmerized by the purity of the voice. As he tried to glance at the singer, the priest’s large diya came in the way, momentarily blocking his vision.

Just as he stepped forward, the girl turned to leave with her friends. All he saw was the trail of her yellow dupatta and her gentle laugh echoing through the temple hall.

She left behind a single jasmine flower from her hair at the temple steps.

Laksh picked it up silently, staring at it as if it carried the warmth of something familiar—something beautiful and destined.

He didn’t know her name, but her voice had already carved a place in his heart.

                        ✿Author’s Note✿

Hey my lovely readers!

First of all, thank you for giving this story a place in your heart. This one is really special for me — not just because it's about love, but because it's about every shade of it.

This story isn’t just about relationships… it's about devotion, trust, misunderstanding, waiting, healing, and the kind of love that stays alive even in silence. It's about Shree and Krishna,Shiv and Shakti, Siya and Raghav, Sharvani and Laksh but it’s also about every soul who once loved selflessly, who believed in the Radha-Krishna, Mahadev - Parvati, Ran-Sita and Urmila-Laxman kind of pyaar — the one that doesn’t always need a “forever” to feel eternal.

You’ll laugh with the characters, cry with them, and maybe… just maybe, you’ll find pieces of your own heart in their journey.

I hope this story makes you feel something.

Let’s go on this emotional rollercoaster together, shall we?

With all my love,

— Author 🌜