YASHVIR!!!!!

YASHVIR!!!the boy who feels like warmth in winter and calm in chaos. He’s not just sweet, he’s achingly sweet — the kind that makes you want to hold his face, kiss his forehead, and whisper that he deserves every beautiful thing in this world. His mind? Stunning. The way he speaks, thinks, dreams — it's mesmerizing. He’ll say something effortlessly deep, and suddenly you’re falling harder mid-sentence. His intelligence isn't just book-smart; it’s the kind that understands you in silences. And his hair — a soft, adorable mess that you could get lost in, running your fingers through it while he talks about something fascinating, and you’re just thinking, how is he real? Being around Yashvir feels like your favorite song playing under a sky full of stars. He’s not just the boy you like — he’s the one you adore, quietly, fully, endlessly. The kind of boy who makes you believe in softness, serendipity, and soulmates. If love had a name, it would be him.