Every full moon, Devika wakes with the echo of a forgotten love-a name on her lips she never remembers, a warmth in her chest that fades with the dawn. She's been cursed, trapped in a cycle of half-memories and longing. Meanwhile, Veer, a warrior of old blood and sacred oath, has spent lifetimes finding her, reborn again and again, always remembering, always searching. This time is his last chance. If he fails, not only will Devika forget him-but her soul will be lost forever.
She was terrified of touch-flinching at even the gentlest brush, retreating from warmth as if it could burn her. To her, touch had always meant pain, a reminder of wounds too deep to heal. She built walls, convinced that no one could ever reach her without breaking her apart. But then came him. His touch wasn't forceful; it wasn't something to fear. It was patient, steady-like a quiet promise that she was safe. And before she knew it, the arms she once feared became the home she never knew she needed.
