𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒
❝Maybe the frames were never about her-maybe they were always about us.❞ •••Ayan always remembered Maya by the colour of her glasses.Pink was for beginnings - the shy smiles and stolen glances when she first transferred to his class. Black was passion - the intensity of first love, hands clasped under desks, promises whispered between kisses. Blue was heartbreak - the cold silence when she left for dental school, taking half his heart with her.Now, five years later, Maya stands before him wearing pink frames again. The same shade as when they met. A coincidence? A second chance? Or just cruel nostalgia?As a successful engineer, Ayan has rebuilt everything except his broken heart. Maya's return forces him to confront the past they shared and the future they lost. But can love bloom again when trust was shattered in cobalt blue? Or will the colours of her glasses keep changing without him?CC: InkyWC: --…