A Limp Between Two Hearts

Some stories don't begin with a grand confession. They begin with silence.

For the past 3 weeks, I've been working on a story that stayed close to my heart. Today, I'm finally able to share it with you.

A Limp Between Two Hearts is now available.

This isn't just another story. It's about misunderstandings, assumptions, emotional distance, and the moments that quietly change the direction of two lives. It explores how two people can want the same future but still fail to reach it because of fear, timing, and the things left unsaid.

Sometimes relationships don't end because of some things said, They end because communication wasn't upto the mark.

The characters carry their own emotional baggage. One struggles to express what he feels. The other struggles with overthinking what she doesn't hear. Between them lies a gap that neither intended to create but both helped widen.

Writing this project challenged me to explore uncomfortable emotions, imperfect people, and the reality that life rarely offers perfect endings. I wanted to write something honest, something that reflects how fragile human connections can be.

If you've ever wondered what might have happened if one conversation had gone differently, this story is for you.

Thank you to everyone who has encouraged my writing and supported this journey. Every reader means more than you know.

I hope A Limp Between Two Hearts stays with you long after you've turned the final page.

Get it on Amazon Kindle: https://amzn.in/d/0fkegEkj

Also Available on Google Books

Thanks For Reading 

Prateek Gupta 

10:20 PM

Delhi, India

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