I used to think eyes only saw the world.
Ruha’s eyes hid it.

Tadan saw wonder in them—light, dreams, and the kind of hope he didn’t believe in until she looked his way. But Danam? He saw something else. He always did. Something he wanted to control.

Ruha never said much about her past, but it lived in her silence. Tadan could feel it every time she flinched at shadows or paused before saying his name. And Danam… he was the shadow she never escaped.

This isn’t just a story about love.
It’s about what happens when the truth is buried behind a gaze, and how sometimes, the hardest thing is to truly see the person standing right in front of you.