Some connections don't begin with intentions.
They just... happen.
This is the tale of two wandering souls who didn’t look for love , but found something far greater.
A story born in a chatroom, but written deep within their souls.
Shaashan (Imaginary) wasn’t someone the world knew.
He didn’t have followers, fame, or fortune in his early life.
Born into scarcity, raised in silence , he was one of those kids who grew up faster than he should have.
While others played, he worked.
While others dreamed, he endured.
He had no guide, no comforting arms, no shortcuts , just his own will and an unwavering belief that life had to mean something more.
Over time, his relentless spirit built him a quiet empire.
A businessman now , stable, wise, self-made.
Yet, beneath all that, he remained a storm trapped in calm.
He never truly opened up.
He smiled when needed, responded when required, but never connected.
He carried weight, unspoken, invisible , but heavy enough to keep him grounded, distant.
And then... one random evening, with no real intention,
he wandered into a chatroom called ChatZozo.
It wasn't to escape, or to search , he was just... there.
Tired.
Curious, perhaps.
And that’s where a name appeared on the screen , Moksha (Imaginary).
He didn’t know then,
but that name would become his calm, his comfort, and his chaos , all at once.
Their first conversation was nothing extraordinary.
No flirting, no sugar-coated compliments.
Just real talk , the kind that makes your soul pause for a second.
Moksha was different.
She wasn’t trying to impress , she was just being.
Intellectual, mysterious, kind… and oddly familiar.
Her words weren't loud,
but they had depth , like echoes in a quiet forest.
She didn’t ask Shaashan who he was or what he did ,
she asked him how he felt.
And it hit him , because no one had asked him that in years.
She made him feel seen.
Not for his success, not for his control ,
but for the parts of him he’d locked away.
Day after day, night after night ,
they began sharing pieces of themselves.
Not their photos, not their pasts ,
but their minds.
Their philosophies, pain, dreams, fears.
They built a bridge between hearts without ever touching hands.
Shaashan, once reserved and unreadable,
began waiting for her texts.
For her thoughts.
For the peace that only she seemed to bring.
He never imagined that someone he never met could feel this real.
Moksha was no stranger to pain either.
She too had worn masks, braved storms, survived the unspoken.
But in Shaashan, she found warmth.
A silence that didn’t ask her to perform, but let her just be.
They laughed.
They challenged each other’s minds.
They whispered comfort into each other’s empty nights.
And slowly, unknowingly , they fell.
Not in the way movies show.
Not in grand gestures or cliché promises.
But in raw, wordless moments.
They became each other’s peace.
And today, though they’ve never crossed physical distance,
they’ve bridged everything else , time, space, and pain.
Shaashan is no longer alone.
His world may still be quiet,
but now, that silence is filled with Moksha’s presence.
Moksha no longer wanders in search of meaning ,
because she found it in Shaashan.
They are together.
No labels.
No validation needed.
Just two souls who held each other across the digital void ,
and found eternity in it.
Because sometimes,
love doesn’t need to be touched.
It only needs to be understood.
“Some souls meet not to complete each other
but to remind one another that they were never incomplete to begin with.”
And this is one of those stories.
Shaashan & Moksha , not just a couple…
but a connection that time can’t fade, and life can’t end.
They just... happen.
This is the tale of two wandering souls who didn’t look for love , but found something far greater.
A story born in a chatroom, but written deep within their souls.
Shaashan (Imaginary) wasn’t someone the world knew.
He didn’t have followers, fame, or fortune in his early life.
Born into scarcity, raised in silence , he was one of those kids who grew up faster than he should have.
While others played, he worked.
While others dreamed, he endured.
He had no guide, no comforting arms, no shortcuts , just his own will and an unwavering belief that life had to mean something more.
Over time, his relentless spirit built him a quiet empire.
A businessman now , stable, wise, self-made.
Yet, beneath all that, he remained a storm trapped in calm.
He never truly opened up.
He smiled when needed, responded when required, but never connected.
He carried weight, unspoken, invisible , but heavy enough to keep him grounded, distant.
And then... one random evening, with no real intention,
he wandered into a chatroom called ChatZozo.
It wasn't to escape, or to search , he was just... there.
Tired.
Curious, perhaps.
And that’s where a name appeared on the screen , Moksha (Imaginary).
He didn’t know then,
but that name would become his calm, his comfort, and his chaos , all at once.
Their first conversation was nothing extraordinary.
No flirting, no sugar-coated compliments.
Just real talk , the kind that makes your soul pause for a second.
Moksha was different.
She wasn’t trying to impress , she was just being.
Intellectual, mysterious, kind… and oddly familiar.
Her words weren't loud,
but they had depth , like echoes in a quiet forest.
She didn’t ask Shaashan who he was or what he did ,
she asked him how he felt.
And it hit him , because no one had asked him that in years.
She made him feel seen.
Not for his success, not for his control ,
but for the parts of him he’d locked away.
Day after day, night after night ,
they began sharing pieces of themselves.
Not their photos, not their pasts ,
but their minds.
Their philosophies, pain, dreams, fears.
They built a bridge between hearts without ever touching hands.
Shaashan, once reserved and unreadable,
began waiting for her texts.
For her thoughts.
For the peace that only she seemed to bring.
He never imagined that someone he never met could feel this real.
Moksha was no stranger to pain either.
She too had worn masks, braved storms, survived the unspoken.
But in Shaashan, she found warmth.
A silence that didn’t ask her to perform, but let her just be.
They laughed.
They challenged each other’s minds.
They whispered comfort into each other’s empty nights.
And slowly, unknowingly , they fell.
Not in the way movies show.
Not in grand gestures or cliché promises.
But in raw, wordless moments.
They became each other’s peace.
And today, though they’ve never crossed physical distance,
they’ve bridged everything else , time, space, and pain.
Shaashan is no longer alone.
His world may still be quiet,
but now, that silence is filled with Moksha’s presence.
Moksha no longer wanders in search of meaning ,
because she found it in Shaashan.
They are together.
No labels.
No validation needed.
Just two souls who held each other across the digital void ,
and found eternity in it.
Because sometimes,
love doesn’t need to be touched.
It only needs to be understood.
“Some souls meet not to complete each other
but to remind one another that they were never incomplete to begin with.”
And this is one of those stories.
Shaashan & Moksha , not just a couple…
but a connection that time can’t fade, and life can’t end.
There’s something incredibly poetic and profound in this piece..quietly powerful in how it captures a bond formed beyond space, beyond norms, beyond appearances...It’s the kind of story that makes you believe in soul connections again ones that don’t rely on physical presence but thrive on resonance. That line "They built a bridge between hearts without ever touching hands" that’s goosebumps.Thank youfor holding them the way you did.