Lifeline With You?

For the ones who believe—

"This story is for you.

The ones who still believe love can hurt and heal in the same heartbeat.
The ones who know that enemies make the most dangerous lovers.
The ones who've felt what it means to be almost enough, but not quite.
To live in someone's shadow and still bloom, quietly, beautifully, rebelliously.
To be the side character in someone else's fairytale... until the plot twists.

This is not a love story that's soft from the start.
This is not sugar-spun romance or pretty promises whispered at midnight.
This is raw. Messy. Sharp-edged.
This is love like surgery—cutting through skin, muscle, bone.
It will bleed. It will bruise. But it will also beat.

Because some stories don't begin with love.
They begin with history. With betrayal. With almosts.
With a boy who belonged to her sister.
With a girl who was never supposed to matter.

But here's the truth:
Hearts don't follow rules.
And neither does destiny.

This story is for you.

The ones who still believe in love—not the clean, curated kind. But the kind that arrives like a storm and leaves you soaked in questions.
The ones who've loved too hard, too wrong, too quietly.
The ones who've ever been second choice, almost chosen, nearly remembered.
This is for the believers. The daydreamers. The silent screamers.

This is for the girls who grew up being compared—
To sisters with brighter smiles, louder praises, golden destinies carved for them before they could even speak.
For the girls who learned how to survive by softening their edges, who learned that invisibility can be louder than presence.
And still chose kindness.
Still chose to stay.
Still dared to feel.

And this is for the boys who became men too soon.
Burdened by expectations, groomed for perfection, and wrapped in a silence they mistook for strength.
This is for the one who thought he had no choice but to love the girl the world picked for him—
Until he met the one his heart picked, too late.

This story?
It won't always be gentle.

It will be complicated. Painful. Glorious.
It will trace the fragile line between loyalty and longing, between duty and desire.
There will be days it feels like heartbreak with no healing.
And nights when their love will taste like sin and salvation, at once.

But it will be real.
God, it'll be so real.

Because some people aren't written in golden ink.
They're etched in scars and sighs and the spaces between spoken things.

So if you're here for forbidden love, for the thrill of stolen glances in sterile halls—
If you're here for sharp minds and sharper tongues, for love that tastes like war and worship—
If you're ready to watch two people break and rebuild beneath the weight of everything they should not feel—

So if you're here for a twisted tale where the scalpel is love, and every heartbeat is a war cry—
Welcome to Lifeline With You.
You're exactly where you need to be."

Setting: Where the Pulse Begins

The story blooms—like a paper flower dropped in water—right in the heart of Kolkata, where the air itself feels like an old love song.

Here, the city doesn't just exist. It aches.

The wind hums through narrow alleyways like a ghost remembering names. Rain taps on tram windows like forgotten letters. And every corner has a secret—crumbling bricks, chai-scented promises, and stories that never made it to page.