1947: Pages Written in Silence is not just a story about love—it is a story about people.

It is about a time when names became dangerous, when faith was turned into a weapon, and when ordinary homes were forced to choose between fear and humanity. I wanted to write about what history often forgets: the quiet courage of those who did not raise slogans, but opened doors; those who did not shout, but stayed.

At its heart, this is the story of two neighbors—raised under the same sky, separated by borders they never asked for—who find themselves standing at the edge of a world breaking apart. It is about love that does not arrive with grand declarations, but grows in silence, in restraint, in choosing to protect when it would have been easier to look away.

Through Dhruv and Zubiya, I wanted to explore a simple, painful question:

What does it mean to remain human when the world demands cruelty?

This story does not promise comfort. It does not offer easy answers. But it does believe in empathy, in quiet defiance, and in the power of small, brave choices.

I ask you to read this book with your whole heart—with patience, with tenderness, and with the understanding that some wounds do not heal, they only teach us how to love more honestly.

These pages are written in silence—but they carry voices that deserve to be heard.