She knew the rules. He wrote them.

When Anvi stepped into that quiet summer job, she never imagined her path would cross with Aaryan—a man twice her age, with silver at his temples and eyes that had already lived a lifetime. He wasn't meant to notice her. And yet, with every stolen glance, with every accidental touch, a silence began to hum between them, dangerous and electric.

Set in a world where timing is never right and love is anything but convenient, Too Much Younger unfolds a story of restraint unraveling thread by thread. Anvi, still learning who she is, finds herself drawn to a man who's already built his walls high and thick, not to protect himself—but to protect someone like her from him.

But what begins as a gentle intrigue spirals into a bond they can't ignore. The age gap isn't the only thing that sets them apart—it's society's gaze, unspoken judgments, and the battle between who they should be and what they actually feel. In private, there is tenderness and fire. In public, they are ghosts—half-glances, unsaid words, quiet desperation.

Their story isn't loud. It doesn't shout for attention. It waits. It aches. It whispers through pages where emotion takes center stage. This isn't a tale of right and wrong. It's a story about when something forbidden starts to feel like the only truth they know.

With lyrical prose and intimate, character-driven storytelling, Too Much Younger is for the reader who doesn't just want romance, but wants to feel the weight of every glance, every pause, and every breath between two people who should've walked away—but didn't.

This is love at the edge of a line. The kind you're not supposed to touch... but do anyway.