Indiancoded Stories

The night stood still around her. She didn't move-just stood there, beneath the dim glow of a flickering streetlight, her silhouette soft yet unbreakable. The wind toyed with the loose strands of her hair, pushing them across her face, hiding everything she never wanted the world to see. No one knew what she carried inside. To them, she was quiet. Distant. Untouchable. But beneath her skin, something far more dangerous lived. Love. Not the kind written in fairytales, not the kind that faded with time. This love pulsed through her-steady, relentless-like it belonged to her very existence. Every heartbeat whispered a name she refused to speak. Every vein carried memories she could never escape. . It wasn't breaking her. It was *becoming her.* Because love was never her weakness- it was her fate.