WildHeartBeats

  Chapter 5: The Monster’s Voice Silence. That’s what Aditi chose after walking out of Aditya’s penthouse. Not the dramatic kind. The real kind — the kind that hurts more than any scream could. No calls. No messages. No replies. Nothing. And Aditya… he let her go. Not because he didn’t want her. But because he wasn’t sure he deserved her. It had been four days. Four long, echoing, manuscript-free days. Aditya sat in his study, the room heavy with memories and ghosts that had grown louder since Aditi left. Her absence was not quiet — it thundered in every corner she used to sit, in every coffee cup that remained untouched. So he did what he had always done with pain. He wrote. But this time, it wasn’t a book. It was a letter. A manuscript with no chapters, no structure, no edits. Just a title: “The Girl Who Dared to Touch the Monster” 📓 Excerpts from the letter: “I never told you, Aditi, but your voice made the screaming inside me quieter.” “You didn’t...

  Chapter 4: Jealousy & The Trigger Love doesn’t always arrive with roses. Sometimes, it comes dressed as rage. Sometimes, it shows up as something uglier — jealousy. And for Aditi, that emotion was both foreign and terrifying. It was Wednesday afternoon when Aditi arrived at Aditya’s penthouse for the first time. He had insisted — “You’ve seen my words, now see my world.” The elevator doors opened into a space that was both haunting and beautiful. Floor-to-ceiling windows bathed the place in gray light, but the rest of the apartment was sterile, minimal, and lonely. Walls painted in ash, no family pictures. Just a typewriter on a glass table, and scattered books — most half-read. He was waiting at the piano. “You play?” she asked, surprised. “Only when I can’t scream.” They were editing Chapter 18 when the doorbell rang. Aditya stiffened. His body language shifted instantly — from open to guarded. Aditi could sense it. He didn’t get up right away. Whoever was ...

  Chapter 3: Scars and Shadows There are some wounds you can’t stitch. The kind that lives under the skin, that ache when the weather changes or when a name is spoken too softly. Aditi knew all about those. So did Aditya. But tonight, they weren’t talking about pain. They were living in it. It was a quiet Sunday evening. The manuscript lay between them — printed pages, scribbled notes, coffee stains, and highlighted traumas. They’d rewritten and reshaped so much of it, but the last chapter still sat empty. “What’s missing?” Aditya asked, more to himself than to her. “You,” Aditi replied gently. “The part you still won’t talk about.” He looked at her, gaze sharp. “I’ve told you everything.” “No, Aditya,” she said, voice steady. “You’ve told me what happened to you. Not how it changed you.” He looked away. The monster stirred. She didn’t push. Instead, she stood up, walked to the tiny balcony, and lit a candle she always kept for blackouts. The soft flicker painted her ...

  Chapter 2: The Pact Rain still tapped against the window like a ticking clock counting down to something inevitable. Aditi sat cross-legged on the floor, holding a cup of chai. Aditya sat opposite her, wrapped in the oversized T-shirt she’d given him. His eyes wandered, restless, as if they were searching for exits even where none existed. He hadn’t said a word in ten minutes. Neither had she. It wasn’t awkward. It was loud — loud with unsaid thoughts, loud with the tension of two strangers who already knew too much about each other’s darkness. “So,” she finally spoke, “you believe there’s a monster under your bed.” Aditya didn’t look up. “I don’t believe. I know .” She leaned forward. “Then let’s deal with it. Together.” His eyes snapped to hers, suspicious. “Why?” “Because” she said with brutal honesty, “I don’t think you’re trying to write a book. I think you’re trying to survive one.” He blinked. Once. Twice. Then, a whisper — “You’re not wrong.” Aditi stood up ...

  Chapter 1: The Night We Met It was raining the kind of rain that makes the sky feel heavy with secrets. Aditi Sharma yawned as she poured herself the third cup of black coffee that night. The power in her small Bandra apartment had flickered twice already. Her laptop screen glowed against the darkness, displaying the latest assignment from R&R Publishing — a half-recorded audio file from the elusive Aditya Kapoor. The voice in the file was low, gravelly, almost lifeless. “He stood there… watching the blood soak through his hands. Not knowing if it was real or imagined.” She paused the recording. “This isn’t a novel,” she whispered to herself, goosebumps prickling her skin. “It’s a confession.” Everyone in the literary world knew Aditya Kapoor. The reclusive genius who disappeared from the public eye five years ago after his sixth book hit number one on every bestseller list. Rumors said he had a mental breakdown. Others whispered about a tragic accident. No one knew...

  Chapter 6: The Confession & The New Beginning The tension in Raychand Industries had reached its limit. Rumors swirled. Whispers about Aditya and Aditi grew louder. Some speculated. Some envied. But Aditi stayed focused, as always—poised, distant, dedicated. Except now, her heart wasn't as quiet as her face. And neither was Aditya’s. He saw her in everything. In every decision. Every plan. Every moment of silence. Her absence made the air feel heavier. Her presence? Like calm fire. He had denied it for weeks. But now… he couldn’t anymore. That Friday Evening – Office Rooftop Aditi had just wrapped up late-night reporting. The office was nearly empty, and the city lights sparkled in the distance. She stepped out to the rooftop for a breath of air. What she didn’t expect… was him. Aditya stood there, sleeves rolled up, no phone in hand—for once. Just… waiting. He turned as she approached. “You’re still here?” she asked. “I was waiting for you,” he said softly....