~Chapter 1: When Paths Collide~

Hey bubblies! 🌸 Welcome to my little fictional world.

This is my very first book, so I'm a bit nervous but super excited to share it with you all.

Let's dive into the story and see where fate takes us! ✨

Happy reading, Fictitiousgirll0 🖤

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मेरे ख्वाबों में जो आए

आ के मुझे छेड़ जाए

उसे कोई ज़रा सामने तो लाए

मेरे ख्वाबों में जो आए... ये...

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“Sometimes, life doesn't give us answers. It gives us collisions... collisions that change everything.”

A story where an unexpected bump leads to a tangled fate, where a boy lost in shadows meets a girl who lives in colors.

New beginnings. Old scars. And a destiny they never saw coming...

The faint glow of dawn spilled across the room, casting golden streaks on the pale cream walls. Anvika stirred beneath her blanket, her breath uneven, heart pounding as if it had run a race through a dream.

Her eyes fluttered open, wide and searching as if trying to hold on to something that was already slipping away. She sat up slowly, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face.

A dream. Again.

She didn’t know why it always felt so real, a boy playing the guitar, his eyes filled with something unspoken, singing a melody that wrapped around her like a promise.

A girl listening, smiling as if she had heard it a thousand times before.

And just when the warmth of that moment began to bloom in her chest , everything faded.

The song. The boy. The laughter.

Gone. Like mist.

She exhaled shakily, brushing her hair back with trembling fingers. The images were dissolving fast but the feeling, that strange ache stayed.

Whoever that boy was, her heart whispered he wasn’t just a dream. He felt like someone she had known once. Someone she had lost.

Maybe in another lifetime.

Her voice came out in a whisper, barely audible, “Who are you? And why do you keep coming in my dreams?”

She stared at the ceiling, as if the universe itself might answer.

She didn’t know his name, his face, or where to find him...but something deep inside her whispered, He’s real. And she wanted to find him.

The Malhotra house buzzed softly with the familiar sounds of morning, utensils clinking, laughter from the kitchen, the faint hum of the radio.

Aryaan, her elder brother, had already left for an early meeting. The home always felt alive, filled with warmth, love and easy laughter.

Just the four of them: her parents, Aryaan and her, a family bound not only by blood but by friendship.

Dressed in a lavender suit, her dupatta fluttering lightly behind her, Anvika stepped out of her room tying her hair into a loose ponytail as she came downstairs.

She yawned softly as she entered the dining room, rubbing her sleepy eyes. The aroma of aloo paratha, buttered toast and freshly brewed chai filled the air.

Shreya looked up from the table, smiling warmly, “Good morning, Anvi... waking up late again, beta? I’m guessing you were reading till late again?”

Anvika stretched her arms lazily, her eyes still half-closed,“Good morning, Mumma.” She smiled sheepishly, already caught. “Just the ending of a novel, so I lost track of time reading.”

Shreya smiled knowingly and poured chai into a cup. But as she looked at her daughter closely, her smile faded slightly.

“What happened, Anvi? You seem a bit low today.”

She hesitated, shrugging softly,“I don’t know, Mamma... just a strange dream.”

Rajeev lowered his newspaper, amusement flickering in his eyes,“A dream? What kind of dream?”

She smiled faintly and sat beside him.

“There was a boy... playing the guitar. And a girl listening. It felt so... real.”

Shreya grinned, resting her chin on her palm.

“Oh really? Was he handsome?”

She frowned instantly,“Mama! He was a kid!”

Rajeev chuckled, shaking his head,“So now my daughter’s chasing musicians even in her dreams?”

She rolled her eyes but smiled, “No, Papa... it just felt... familiar. Like I knew him somehow.”

Shreya buttered her toast thoughtfully, her voice turning gentle, “Sometimes, life shows us people we’ve never met but our heart still recognizes them.”

Her words lingered in the quiet air. Anvika looked at her mother, thoughtful but Shreya, sensing her daughter’s unease, smiled and changed the topic, “Or maybe it’s just your books. You start feeling what you read.”

She chuckled softly,“Maybe...” Then looked around, curious. “Where’s Bhai?”

Rajeev took a bite of his paratha before replying, “He left early. Important meeting.”

She made a tiny pout, “Hmm... didn’t even wish me good morning.”

Shreya smiled, pouring him more chai, “You were sleeping, so he didn’t disturb you. He told the driver to drop you to college.”

She nodded and smiled warmly, “Like always. When he’s busy... Anyway, I’ll stop by the temple first, then college.”

Just then her phone buzzed with a notification, she picked her phone and checked, “Good morning princess! ” A message popped .

A smile crept on her lips , “Look he whished me morning,”She showed the screen to her parents. They all smiled.

She glanced at the clock and gasped, “Oh no! My class is at 10!”

She leapt up, grabbing her bag in a rush, “I’m leaving!”

Rajeev called after her, “Beta, breakfast?”

Before she could reply, Shreya answered with a chuckle, “Arre,  Ajj Monday hai, her fast day. Did you forget?”

Anvika turned around, walking backward with a playful grin, “Yes, Papa! Love you, Mumma-Papa!” She blew them a kiss. “Byeee!”

Rajeev chuckled as she disappeared through the door, “She’s exactly like you... such a drama queen.”

Shreya smiled softly at the doorway,

“No, Rajeev... she’s like her heart, she feels everything deeply. I just hope she always stays this free.”

Rajeev squeezed her hand gently, “She will, Shreya. As long as her brother’s with her, she’ll always smile this way. Anvi is Aryaan’s heartbeat.”

Outside, the morning sunlight fell gently on the quiet street. Anvika wrapped her dupatta properly and walked toward the nearby temple, her sacred routine every Monday.

This was her day with Shivji, her protector, her peace, her silent confidant.

The marble steps felt cool beneath her bare feet as she climbed. The faint scent of incense curled through the morning air, mingling with the rustle of leaves. Bells chimed softly in rhythm with her heartbeat.

She stood before the idol of Lord Shiva, surrounded by garlands of marigold and clouds of sandalwood smoke. The air felt serene, sacred.

Folding her hands, she closed her eyes and whispered with a hesitant smile,

“Shivji... if these dreams mean something, if he’s real... if what I feel isn’t wrong, please show me a sign. Please.”

She didn’t expect miracles. Just... a sign. Anything.

After completing her daily rituals, lighting diyas under the banyan tree, pouring milk over the Shivling, bowing her head in peace, she smiled faintly and turned to leave.

The moment her foot touched the last step-

“BARK! BARK!”

She froze. Turned.

A huge street dog stood wagging its tail furiously, tongue lolling, barking with excitement.

Her eyes widened in panic, “Na-na-na... not today! Please, I’m getting late!”

The dog took a playful step forward. She took two steps back.

“Good boy... achha bachcha...please step back! I’m getting late!”

But the dog barked louder, tail wagging harder and suddenly ran toward her.

She screamed softly and bolted down the street, her dupatta flying like a flag behind her, “Mummaaa! Koi toh bachao!”  she shouted, half-laughing, half-terrified.

She turned the corner at full speed  and-

THUD!

Her forehead slammed into something solid. Someone’s back.

The man stumbled forward  and SPLASH!

Landed right in a muddy puddle.

Time stopped. Both froze, eyes wide, covered in disbelief.

Then his deep, furious voice shattered the silence,“What the hell-!”

He shook his hands to clear the mud, his sharp features twisted in irritation. His crisp white shirt was now ruined, splattered with brown stains, the sleeves dripping.

Her jaw dropped, “Oh my God! I’m so, so sorry! "

He stood up, turned halfway, wiping his face with the back of his hand, then slowly opened his eyes, voice tight with anger,

“Have you lost your eyes somewhere?!”

She froze and covered her face behind her palms, “Woh... dog... main bhag rahi thi-” But she peeked through her fingers.

Before he could see her properly, she gasped, spun on her heel and ran for her life.

“Stop!” he shouted after her. “Yeh kaun thi yaar?! What kind of crazy people exist in this world!”

He looked down at his ruined shirt and shook his head in disbelief. But for a fleeting second, his gaze followed the girl, her lavender suit, her untied hair swaying wildly as she ran  and something inside him paused. Just for a moment.

She didn’t stop until she reached under a shady tree, panting, flushed and breathless.

Placing a hand on her heart, she muttered, half-annoyed, half-amused,

“Hey Shivji...what kind of sign was that? Maine raasta dikhane ko kaha tha, pathar nahi! Why does this always happen to me...”

She turned her head and looked back again, “Kitna khadus tha... If he’d seen me properly, I’d be dead by now! ”

She wiped sweat off her forehead and sighed, “First day of the week... aur yeh haal.”

Little did she know this messy encounter was only the beginning.

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The college campus buzzed with life, laughter spilling from the corridors, the scent of freshly brewed coffee drifting from the canteen and the lazy hum of afternoon classes that no one wanted to attend.

Inside, chaos had already turned into comedy.

Anvika sat cross-legged on the library steps, animatedly retelling the muddy morning disaster to her best friend - no, her partner in crime, Rhea.

Rhea was laughing so hard that tears streamed down her face, “Wait, wait,  you COLLIDED with him and then ran away?!” she managed between fits of laughter.

Anvika groaned dramatically hiding her face in her hands, “Rhea, do you even realize how embarrassed I was? His shirt was destroyed! Destroyed!”

Rhea clutched her stomach, gasping for air, barely able to talk, “Oh my God! Poor guy! Must be traumatized for life!”

She shot her a mock glare but couldn’t help laughing herself, “He’ll probably avoid every corner of the city now, scared the 'crazy girl' might reappear out of nowhere!”

Both burst into uncontrollable laughter, the kind that drew glances from nearby students.

Rhea wiped her tears and teased, “Tu toh terrorist nikli, full dhamaka mode mein thi!”

Anvika snorted between laughs, trying to breathe, “What could I do? Peeche se kutta, aage se mud… and I was right in the middle!"

Rhea fell sideways clutching the step and laughing helplessly, “Poor guy… meets you for the first time and gets a muddy welcome!”

Anvika giggled, tossing her hair back still catching her breath, “Serves him right for glaring at me like I ruined his designer mood board!”

Rhea still recovering said while wiping her eyes, “By the way, who was he? Was he cute?”

Anvika tilted her head pretending to think deeply, “Haan matlab… thoda handsome type tha…but when he got angry, full Hulk mode.”

Rhea laughed again still oblivious to the irony life had in store, “Handsome Hulk, huh? Maybe destiny’s showing you signs!”

Anvika rolled her eyes with a smirk, “Yeah, sure… muddy signs!”

Their laughter rang across the courtyard , light, carefree, full of youth.

Neither of them knew how that laughter would soon twist into something deeper.

Rhea finally calmed down then added, “By the way, remember there’s a party tonight? It’s for the business partnership announcement, bhai and your brother officially signed the deal.”

Anvika groaned playfully, leaning back on her hands,  "Yeah, I remember... Bhai told me yesterday. But can I say something? She narrowed her eyes, “I’ve never even seen your brother before. Only heard his name once or twice. Where’s he been hiding?”

Rhea chuckled softly then flipped her hair,

“Arey madam, bhai kuch saal London mein settle the, managing business there. He’s back in India now, that’s why you’ve never met him.”

Anvika widened her eyes in mock realization, “Ohh… toh London return! Now I get it.”

Rhea smirked, “Yeah, because you’re always lost in your dream world anyway.”

Both burst into giggles again. But as their laughter faded, Anvika’s smile lingered, something about the morning man’s face, the intensity in his eyes, refused to leave her mind.

She didn’t know why, but it felt… strangely familiar.

Neither of them realized that destiny had already crossed their paths. And it wasn’t done yet.

Later that afternoon...The sun dipped lower, painting the sky in gold and orange. The heat mellowed into a soft breeze that rustled through the college lawns.

Anvika stood by the main gate, scrolling through her phone with a tiny frown, replying to one of Rhea’s memes. Rhea had run back inside to grab a forgotten book, leaving her alone, lost in her digital world, earbuds dangling, humming softly to herself.

Just then, a sleek black SUV glided to a stop at the curb. Its surface gleamed like liquid metal, tinted windows reflecting the campus crowd.

The door opened and out stepped a man who seemed to command the air around him.

6'2", dressed in a crisp black shirt, sleeves folded neatly, exposing strong forearms. His sharp jawline and neatly trimmed beard framed a face that looked like it hadn’t smiled in years. His eyes, cold, intense and painfully beautiful, held the weight of a thousand untold stories.

He spoke into his phone in a clipped tone, every word calm yet authoritative. Even the breeze seemed to pause as he walked, confident, steady, powerful.

Rudraansh Raichand.

Without a glance around, he strode toward the building, his voice low and commanding over the phone.

And at that exact second-

BAM!

Anvika, still typing a reply and turning at the wrong moment, collided straight into his back. Again.

Her phone slipped from her hands, somersaulting mid-air before landing on the pavement with a soft thud.

She froze, her eyes wide,

“Oh shoot!”

He steadied himself, his voice instantly sharp as a blade, “Can’t you see while walking? Is bumping into people your full-time hobby?”

She blinked rapidly and recognition flashed in her eyes.

That voice. That irritation. That arrogance.

It was him.

The muddy man from the morning.

Her jaw dropped for half a second before she quickly composed herself, masking the shock with a sly smile.

“Oh hello, Mr. Muddy. You here too? Seems like I’ve become your personal GPS.”

He arched an eyebrow, his lips twitching into the faintest ghost of a smirk, “Aren’t you the one who crashes into people’s lives without brakes and dumps them in puddles?”

She crossed her arms, chin tilted defiantly, “And you’re the one who forgot how to walk on normal ground, Mr. Tall-and-Grumpy.”

His eyes narrowed slightly as he leaned a little closer, his voice low, dangerous and oddly captivating, “Tameez seekh lo. Next time, I won’t stop myself."

Her heart skipped a beat, part from his tone, part from anger.

Before she could retort, a cheerful, familiar voice broke through the tension, “Bhai! Aap yahaan?” Rhea came running, her smile wide and bright. “You came to pick me up?”

Anvika blinked. Once. Twice.

Bhai?!

Rudraansh slid his phone into his pocket, expression instantly neutral, voice dry.

“Unfortunately, yes.”

Rhea frowned, sensing the weird energy between them,“Wait… you two have met before?”

Both exchanged a sharp look.

Anvika gave an innocent shrug, brushing imaginary dust from her kurta, “Nothing special… just a little collision. Thodi gravity ki wajah se mulakaat ho gayi.”

His eyes glinted with restrained irritation as he muttered, “Let’s go, Rhea. This college gate isn’t a museum.”

“See you !” Rhea smiled as she turned to Anvika.

“Byye!” Anvika replied with a same smile.

He turned away, walking toward the SUV with his usual effortless authority.

Anvika watched him go, her lips curling into a soft, amused smirk. Under her breath, she muttered,

“Khud ko kahin ke Raja samajhte hai… attitude’s as expensive as a 7-star hotel.”

She bent to pick up her phone, dusting it off, shaking her head as a small smile tugged at her lips.

“Hey shivji... Please sath rehna,” she murmured to herself.

And somewhere, fate smiled, its tune deepening, unseen, unstoppable.

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That evening, the city’s grandest seven-star hotel shimmered like a jewel under the night sky. Golden light spilled from towering chandeliers, fairy lights spiraled around marble pillars like captured constellations, and the air hummed with soft classical music mingling with laughter and clinking glasses.

Guests glided across the glittering floor, some deep in polite conversation, others flaunting their designer gowns and expensive jewels, while waiters carried trays of colorful mocktails that sparkled under crystal light.

It wasn’t just a celebration of business, it was a night where two families came together, unaware that destiny had quietly taken its place among them, ready to play its own tune.

In the center of the ballroom stood a man every eye seemed drawn to.

Tall, charming, impossibly handsome, the kind who didn’t have to try to be noticed.

Every girl turned to catch another glimpse of him; some with smiles, others pretending to fix their hair as they stole glances. Even mothers whispered to daughters, measuring dreams and matchmaking hopes.

Aryaan Malhotra - the heart-stealer of the city, was dressed in a deep navy suit that fit him like it was crafted by fate itself. His smile could disarm anyone, and his easy laughter blended perfectly with the evening’s melody.

He moved through the crowd with confidence, greeting guests with genuine warmth. When he reached Mr. Viren Raichand, who was chatting cheerfully with his father  and their elegant wives, he dropped beside him with a grin.

“Hey, Mr. Handsome!” he said teasingly, “You’re glowing tonight!”

Viren chuckled, shaking his head, “Look who’s talking, the most eligible bachelor in town himself.”

He feigned modesty, dramatically placing a hand on his chest, “No, no… the most handsome eligible bachelor award clearly belongs to Rudraansh Raichand. Where is your mysterious son, by the way?”

Viren sighed with amusement, “Probably on his way. Last-minute meetings and all. You know how he is.”

He grinned knowingly, “Oh yes, always busy. The man treats work like his first love.”

Rajeev joined in, pride gleaming in his tone, “And that’s why he’s where he is. Rudraansh has built an empire with discipline, not luck.”

As they spoke, Aryaan’s gaze drifted toward the women beside them, Mrs. Meera Raichand and his mother, both radiant in their silk sarees, laughter dancing on their lips.

With a charming bow, he placed a hand over his heart, “Look at that... the two most beautiful women in this room are planning to kill us tonight with their elegance!”

Both ladies exchanged a graceful smile, flicking their hair with mock attitude,

“We can’t help it if it happens naturally,” Meera replied playfully.

The group laughed, clinking glasses as the evening shimmered with warmth and joy.

Aryaan leaned back comfortably in his chair, scanning the crowd. That’s when his gaze landed on someone, Rhea, radiant in a black off-shoulder gown that hugged her frame elegantly, was shimmering under the soft lights, her hair tied in a messy bun, strands of curls framing her glowing face.

She was standing by the dessert table, passionately arguing with the caterer about something trivial. He smirked, his eyes twinkling, “As always,” he muttered, amused, “ready to start World War III over food.”

Everything seemed perfect, laughter, music, and a night that promised nothing but celebration.

In one of the hotel’s luxurious rooms, Anvika stood before a large ornate mirror.

She adjusted the golden-embroidered dupatta of her black Anarkali suit. The fabric shimmered under the soft lamplight, hugging her delicate frame with regal grace. Long sleeves kissed her wrist and her jhumkas swayed gently as she moved.

Her long brown hair cascaded in soft waves down her back, catching the glow of the lights. Her lips glistened with a faint rosy gloss and her bangles chimed softly as she adjusted them.

She picked up the kajal stick, carefully tracing her eyes. Halfway through, her hand stilled. Her reflection looked back, calm, poised… but her mind wandered elsewhere.

Him.

That grumpy stranger. That rude, arrogant, maddeningly intriguing man.

Her brow furrowed, “Why am I thinking about that khadoos again?” she muttered to herself. “Mujhe kya lena dena unse…”

She frowned dramatically, “Hitler kahi ke…”

She shook her head, sighing as she brushed a few loose strands away from her face. A light mist of perfume followed , soft lavander, settling on her wrist, her neck, behind her ears.

When she finally stepped out into the corridor, Rhea appeared right on cue.

“There you are, madam!” she exclaimed, eyes widening as she took in Anvika’s look.

Anvika twirled lightly, her Anarkali flaring around her like a soft black cloud kissed by gold. “So? How do I look?”

She gave her a mock-serious once-over before grinning. “Like sweet poison! Tonight, half the boys will faint just looking at you.”

Anvika laughed, flicking Rhea’s arm. “And you look drop-dead gorgeous yourself, Miss Black Swan!”

Both girls smiled and linked arms, walking through the quiet corridor lit by warm yellow sconces. Their laughter echoed softly as they scrolled through reels on Rhea’s phone.

She giggled, showing one. “Arey look, in this reel, the guy fell down while proposing!”

Anvika laughed till tears sparkled in her eyes. “Haye! The guy is literally spreading love on the ground!”

Their laughter rang through the hall, carefree and alive.

Still smiling, Anvika noticed a nearby flower vase slightly tilted on a table. She reached for it. “Bas, I’ll handle this vase carefully this time... I don’t want another flower disaster.”

Because she had already dropped one, while coming up.

She chuckled, setting it right, but fate was already smirking.

The vase wobbled. Just slightly. Then tipped.

The bouquet slipped from her hands, a cascade of soft rose petals tumbling down through the corridor rail...

At that exact moment, Rudraansh Raichand entered the grand hall.

He was the embodiment of command,  sharp black tailored suit, silver watch glinting against his wrist and hair perfectly styled. Every step echoed authority, every glance demanded respect. He steps as his commanding aura filling the room effortlessly,

The chatter dimmed slightly as people turned to look at him. His presence filled the room effortlessly, as if he owned not just the evening but the air itself.

And just as he took his third step inside,

Plop!

A sudden shower of rose petals descended from above, raining over his shoulders and hair like an unexpected benediction, like a sudden blessing.

He froze mid-step, blinking in disbelief. The petals clung to his suit, sliding down his collar.

Around him, people exchanged amused glances.

His jaw tightened. His hand brushed off the petals with practiced restraint, though his eyes darkened with irritation.

Anvika stood frozen, her eyes widened, mouth open in horror, “Oh no… what have I done?! Did it fall on someone?!”

Rhea covered her mouth trying not to burst out laughing, “Not just anyone… looks like it fell on some top businessman!”

Anvika leaned forward cautiously and her heart nearly stopped.

There he was.

The same intense eyes. The same unreadable expression.

Rudraansh Raichand.

His gaze drifted upward, searching for the source.

And there, he found someone, stood behind the railing looking down,  A girl stands at 5'4", wearing a black dress. Wide caramel eyes. Lips slightly parted in shock. Long flowing hair  loose, glowing softly in the chandelier light.

Her.

Her jaw dropped “Arey baap re... that’s him... khadoos Raichand!”

Rhea almost collapsed laughing,“Whattt? Bhai?! Oh God, Anvika, tu toh gayi kaam se!”

She groaned while hiding behind the pillar,

"I was just fixing the vase! How was I supposed to know Mr. Business Tycoon would make his grand entry right beneath it!”

Rhea wiped her tears of laughter and  managed, “Maybe your flower shower was his welcome ceremony!”

Anvika peeked again  but Rudraansh had already straightened his coat, brushed his hair, and walked away, expression unreadable.

She exhaled deeply, placing a hand on her chest. “Haash! Thank you, Shivji... chale gaye. Otherwise, he would’ve court-martialed me right here!”

Then she groaned, “Subah se teesri baar unke saath mera aisa encounter ho gaya hai! Don’t know where the sun rose from today... everything’s going wrong!”

Rhea looped her arm through Anvika’s and squeezed her shoulder, “Arre chill down, Miss Disaster. It happens. Don’t stress. Come on, let’s go downstairs before fate plans round four!”

Anvika finally smiled, shaking her head, “You’re right. Let’s go before Shivji decides to test my patience again.”

The two girls laughed, walking down the staircase, still talking, still teasing, completely unaware that fate wasn’t done yet.

It was only setting the stage for the next move.

The soft laughter and gentle hum of conversation floated through the grand hall. Crystal glasses clinked softly, the orchestra’s violin notes wove through the air like silk and the chandeliers shimmered above, painting everything in a golden glow.

And then, two figures descended the grand staircase, Rhea and Anvika, their smiles bright enough to make a few heads turn, their laughter spilling like melody in the hall.

Every gaze shifted toward them. The murmurs began immediately, soft, admiring, awestruck.

“The Malhotra  princess…” someone whispered.

“Such grace… and beauty,” another murmured.

Rhea looked effortlessly confident in her black gown, her presence bold and fierce.

But it was Anvika, glowing in her golden-embroidered black anarkali, who stole the quiet breath of everyone around.

Her dupatta shimmered under the lights, her long hair cascaded over one shoulder and her eyes, those wide caramel eyes sparkled like warmth caught in crystal.

Her soft laughter reached him before she did.

Rudraansh Raichand, mid-conversation with a circle of elite businessmen, stopped speaking without realizing it. His voice trailed off as his gaze found her at the base of the staircase.

For a moment, everything around him blurred ,  the chatter, the music, even the people. All he could see was her… the same girl whose clumsy charm had dropped rose petals on him minutes ago.

She laughed at something Rhea said, her hand resting lightly on the railing as she descended. And as if pulled by a quiet force, her gaze lifted  and collided straight with his.

The smile on her lips faded, just slightly.

The sparkle in her eyes dimmed into surprise. For a heartbeat, neither blinked. Neither moved.

She could still see the faint crease between his brows, the same frown he wore when irritated, the same calm that made him seem unreadable.

And he… he couldn’t look away from the innocence that lingered in her expression, like she wasn’t meant to exist in a world as harsh as his.

Before that silent storm could build further, Aryaan’s cheerful voice cut through.

“There my princess!” he said warmly, walking toward Anvika with his trademark grin.

Her lit up instantly, her awkwardness melting into affection, “Bhai!” she smiled, holding her dress as she reached him.

He gently placed a hand on her shoulder, pride flickering in his eyes.

“Come,” he said, smiling at her, “Let me introduce you to someone special.”

Together, they walked toward a group standing near the center -the Raichands.

His tone carried both charm and respect as he spoke, “Anvika, meet the Raichand family.”

He gestured politely. “Mr. Viren Raichand, Mrs. Meera Raichand… and Rhea, well, tum toh usse pehle se jaanti ho.”

Rhea folded her arms dramatically, giving him a teasing, mock-annoyed smile,

“Oh really? As if you needed to introduce me,” she quipped, earning a chuckle from everyone.

Anvika joined her hands gracefully and greeted, “Namaste, Uncle… Aunty.”

Her voice was soft, respectful, yet carried that warmth which made everyone she met instantly fond of her.

Meera’s face lit up in genuine affection. She stepped forward, cupping Anvika’s cheek lightly, “Namaste beta. You look so beautiful.”

Viren chuckled, his eyes twinkling with humor, “Namaste,” he greeted, then smirked at Aryaan. “Aryaan always praised his family… now I understand why.”

Rhea couldn’t resist teasing, nudging Anvika’s arm playfully, “Told you, Anvi you’d win everyone over with that sweet smile of yours.”

She giggled shyly, shaking her head, “Rhea…” she whispered under her breath, cheeks slightly pink.

Aryaan laughed, wrapping an arm around his sister with pride.

“And now,” he said, turning toward the tall figure standing beside Viren, “let me introduce you to the man who completes the Raichand legacy…”

He smirked slightly, eyes glinting with mischief,

“Mr. Rudraansh Raichand.”

The name hit her heart like a drumbeat.

Her smile froze.

Her pulse skipped.

She turned slowly  and there he stood.

Perfectly composed, yet utterly unreadable. His sharp black suit hugged his tall frame with precision, his hair falling slightly over his forehead and those dark, assessing eyes watching her, calm, steady, deep.

Their gazes locked again.

The same eyes from the muddy morning when she slipped.

The same eyes from the college corridor where they bumped into each other.

The same eyes that had just stared up at her during the rose petal disaster.

She swallowed, her voice barely above a whisper, “H…hyy,” she managed awkwardly, the corners of her lips twitching in a nervous half-smile.

His lips curved ever so slightly, not into a full smile, but enough to break his usual cold expression.

“Hello,” he said simply, his tone deep and even, yet his gaze lingered longer than it should have.

For a fleeting second, the world slowed down. The crowd faded into soft blur, music dimmed into silence and all that existed was a quiet current of emotion between them.

Her eyes softened with surprise, his with something he couldn’t yet name. It wasn’t recognition, nor dislike, it was… curiosity. Something unspoken. Something unsettling.

Then, Meera’s cheerful voice brought them back to the present, “Come join us, beta,” she said kindly, gesturing toward the family circle.

The group moved ahead  voices mingling, laughter blending again into the hum of the evening. But between Anvika and Rudraansh, silence remained.

A silence thick with unspoken questions… and a pull neither of them wanted, yet couldn’t deny.

The grand ballroom shimmered beneath the glow of crystal chandeliers. Soft instrumental music filled the air, violins and piano weaving together like silk threads of melody. The gentle murmur of conversation, the clinking of glasses and the occasional laughter of business elites created a rhythm of their own.

At the center of it all stood the heart of the evening, a sleek stage framed with golden drapes, the insignias of Malhotra Enterprises and Raichand Corporations gleaming proudly side by side.

The host, dressed in an elegant grey suit, stepped up to the microphone, his voice rich with enthusiasm.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” he began with a warm smile, “tonight marks not just a celebration of success but the beginning of a powerful journey, a partnership between two of the nation’s most visionary families.

Please welcome on stage Mr. Rajeev Malhotra and his son, Aryaan Malhotra… and Mr. Viren Raichand along with his son, Mr. Rudraansh Raichand.”

The spotlight followed the four men as they made their way to the center stage, the crowd breaking into polite applause.

Mr. Malhotra and Mr. Raichand stood side by side, exchanging proud smiles, the two pillars of business strength. Aryaan stood tall beside his father, his usual charm softened into professional poise. And next to Mr. Raichand, Rudraansh, calm, composed, and effortlessly commanding.

In his tailored charcoal-black suit, he looked like he belonged to the world of power, untouchable, unreadable, yet magnetic enough to draw every gaze in the room.

The host continued, his voice ringing through the hall, “It gives me immense pleasure to announce the official collaboration between Malhotra Enterprises and Raichand Corporations, a partnership built on innovation, trust and legacy.”

The hall erupted into applause. Cameras flashed, capturing the moment as Aryaan and Rudraansh stepped forward and shook hands at the center of the stage.

The spotlight lingered on them, two young men from powerful families, two different souls bound by destiny in ways neither of them yet knew.

Rudraansh spoke first, his voice deep and steady, carrying a natural authority that silenced the hall.

“Together, we hope to set new benchmarks in business excellence and mutual growth.”

The audience nodded in approval, his composed demeanor reflecting the same precision he brought into everything he did.

Then Aryaan spoke, confidence radiating through his easy smile.

“We’re not just building a business alliance,” he said warmly, “but a relationship built on trust… and a shared vision for the future.”

Another wave of applause filled the room, louder this time , genuine and admiring.

Down in the audience, amid the rows of applauding guests, two girls stood side by side, Rhea and Anvika.

Rhea leaned slightly toward her friend, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

“Look how serious bhai looks on stage.” she whispered, stifling a giggle.

Anvika grinned, trying not to laugh too loudly as she whispered back, “Lag raha hai jaise koi robot programming kar raha ho wahan.”

They both burst into soft laughter, trying to hide it behind their hands as people around them continued to clap.

On the stage, Aryaan and Rudraansh signed the official partnership documents, their fathers watching proudly. The sound of pen on paper echoed faintly in the otherwise hushed hall, sealing the new alliance, a merger of power, prestige… and unknowingly, of fate.

The host lifted the mic again, smiling broadly.

“Let’s hear it one more time for this powerful collaboration, the beginning of something extraordinary!”

The hall erupted in applause, echoing with cheer, flashing cameras and warm smiles. Champagne glasses lifted in toast and the music swelled, a melody of celebration and promise.

But amid the noise and shimmer, Rudraansh’s eyes, once again, drifted to the crowd, just for a second.

And there she was.

Anvika.

Clapping, laughing with Rhea, light, lively, alive. The golden lights caught in her hair, the corners of her lips curved in joy, and for reasons he couldn’t name… his gaze stayed.

Just for a heartbeat. Just long enough for fate to play its hidden tune again.

The party lights shimmered softly, bouncing off golden chandeliers as laughter and chatter filled the grand hall. Music hummed in the background, blending perfectly with the soft clinking of glasses.

At a corner table, Aryaan sat with an effortless elegance, suit crisp, posture relaxed and that familiar half-smirk playing on his lips. He was talking to a few guests, confident yet casual, every inch the charming businessman people admired.

Just then, weaving through the crowd with her usual sparkle, came Rhea,  a bright smile on her lips, an ice cream cup in hand, humming a cheerful tune to herself.

But fate, as always, had other plans.

As Aryaan shifted in his seat, he unknowingly stretched one long leg forward right into her path.

THUD!

She stumbled slightly, her ice cream making a perfect Olympic flip in the air before landing with a dramatic SPLAT! on the marble floor.

Her eyes widened. Her jaw dropped. Then, fire.

“What the wuck... Are you serious?!” she snapped, glaring down at him. “Couldn’t you find any other place to keep your foot?”

He leaned back lazily, eyes glinting with mischief, “If you keep your eyes open while walking, you’ll see my foot, Miss Speed Walker.”

“Ye joke tha?” she raised a brow sharply. “I don’t like jokes.”

He smirked coolly. “I don’t like you.”

Her mouth fell open. “I hate you.”

She huffed, grabbing a tissue to wipe her hand, her tone dripping with sarcastic sweetness, “And pair failkar tum bethe thy aur galti meri? My eyes were open! Try showing some maturity sometimes, Mr. Malhotra.”

“Tumhe meri hi ice cream girani thi kya?” she shot back, narrowing her eyes.”

He stood up with exaggerated offense, towering over her, his smirk deepening, “Respect me, okay? I’m older than you.”

She rolled her eyes dramatically, “Ugh, even 90s movie heroes don’t give this ‘I’m older’ lecture anymore!”

She crossed her arms, smirking. “Age is just a number, Mr. Dinosaur.”

He chuckled under his breath, eyes dancing with amusement, “Trying to be too smart, huh? Remember what happened at the college gate yesterday?”

She blinked, caught off guard, “K-kaunsa scene?”

His grin widened devilishly, “Oh really? Then what about that ‘cheating fashion show’ outside the college gate yesterday?”

She froze. Blinked twice. Then gave her best innocent face, “Ch-cheating? What are you talking about? I don’t even know where I was yesterday!”

Flashback

A day earlier, Aryaan had dropped Anvika at college and was about to leave when he spotted Rhea standing near the gate, nervously glancing around. She quickly tucked small cheat chits into her sleeves, pockets and even her socks.

He had smirked to himself, leaning on his car, “Abhi tak bachpana nahi gaya... and still cheating too.”

Unable to resist, he’d quietly taken out his phone  and recorded the entire scene with perfect clarity.

Back to Present

He now pulled out his phone, a devilish glint in his eyes, “Shall I show everyone your masterclass?”

Rhea’s face turned pale, “Nahi Aryaan, please no! Woh toh bas... revision tha... haan, revision!”

He laughed, shaking his head, “Revision? In your pockets? And sleeves too?”

She gasped dramatically, then lunged for his phone, “Give it!” she demanded, hopping slightly to reach.

He held it high above his head, teasing, “Come on, try again!”

She kept jumping like a determined penguin, puffing in frustration. Then she stopped, puffed her cheeks and softened her tone into a fake-sweet one,

“Oh no no! You’re older, right? Older people forgive small mistakes.”

He smirked,  his eyes gleaming, “Next time, think twice before calling me ‘tum’. Learn to say ‘aap’, understood, Little Raichand?”

She gave an exaggerated mock salute, “Jee huzoor! Aadarniya, Shree Shree Aryaan Malhotra ji Maharaj, zindabad!”

Before he could even roll his eyes, she darted forward, lightning fast  and snatched his phone.

“Arre...Rhea!” he exclaimed, startled.

She giggled, fingers flying as she hit delete. Then turned the screen toward him triumphantly.

“Proof vanished,” she said with a wicked smirk. “So don’t expect me to call you ‘aap’  or that you can ever win against me, Mr. Malhotra.”

She flashed her dazzling victory smile and turned, her laughter echoing across the hall as she walked away, her head high, steps confident.

He watched her go, his grin softening into something else. Amusement. Curiosity. A spark he couldn’t quite name.

He shook his head, chuckling under his breath, “Kya ladki hai…just like a storm.”

And for the first time that evening, the man who always kept control, felt a hint of chaos he didn’t want to end.

After some light dance and dinner, The party had slowly melted into a serene hush. The golden chandeliers dimmed, and the scent of roses and vanilla drifted through the air. Waiters moved gracefully between tables, clearing the last of the dessert plates.

At the grand entrance, the Raichands and Malhotras exchanged their goodbyes, laughter, warmth and promises of meeting soon.

The ladies chatted cheerfully, their voices soft yet full of affection. Meera smiled warmly as she took Anvika’s hand.

“Anvika beta, kabhi hamare ghar bhi aana. Char chand lag jaayenge. We’ll have so much fun together.”

Shreya, who was standing beside her daughter, nodded with a fond smile, “Zaroor aayegi, Meera ji. She’d love that.”

Anvika smiled sweetly, folding her hands politely, “Ji, aunty. I’d love to come.”

Their gentle laughter blended into the sound of cars pulling up outside. As the Raichands began to move toward the exit, Rudraansh’s gaze calm and unreadable , found her one last time.

For a heartbeat, the world stilled.

Her hair caught the light, shimmering softly, her eyes glowing with quiet grace.

He didn’t know why he kept looking at her… or why every time he tried not to, she was somehow in his line of sight.

Their eyes met, unspoken questions lingering between them  and then they both turned away.

Rhea came forward, giving Anvika a tight hug, “Goodnight! Kal milte hain, drama queen.”

She chuckled, “Goodnight, Rhea.”

As the families moved toward their respective cars, Anvika lingered at the entrance for a moment. She glanced back once more at him. The man who seemed carved from ice, standing tall beside his family, who were politely bidding goodbye.

She crossed her arms with a soft huff, “So full of himself…like a walking business deal. As if smiling costs him a tax.”

Rolling her eyes, she turned toward her car, muttering, “Seriously, Mr. Khadoos Raichand…”

With that, she slipped into the car beside her family, the cool night breeze brushing her face as the car glided away.

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Wrapped in the gentle hush of her room, Anvika lay against her pillow. The faint light of her bedside lamp cast soft golden hues on the walls. A book rested open on her chest but her eyes weren’t reading, they were lost somewhere far away.

She sighed deeply and whispered to herself, “Kya din tha… pehle woh sapna, phir temple waali baat, aur phir… Mr. Khadoos Raichand se takraav.”

She closed her eyes, smiling faintly, “And on top of that, running into him again at the party. What is the universe trying to tell me?”

She sat up halfway, still frowning and added under her breath, “Khud ko kya samajhte hai… behaves like a robot.”

But even as she tried to brush the thought away, the image of his eyes flashed before her , calm, piercing, almost too deep to look into. His voice, steady and distant, replayed in her head.

She shook her head, clutching her pillow and whispering a little prayer to the small idol of Lord Shiva on her bedside table.

“Shivji… please… ek din mein itne saare coincidences ho gaye. Tomorrow, no new drama please… just peace… please…”

Her eyes fluttered shut, exhaustion pulling her into soft slumber.

Outside her door, Aryaan paused on his way to his room. He noticed her light still glowing. Pushing the door open just a little, he saw his little sister asleep, a small smile on her lips. He turned off the lights.

He smiled fondly, whispering to himself, “Bas aise hi muskurati rehna, my princess.”

Quietly, he closed the door and left.

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The night settled softly over the Raichand mansion. In the living room, Meera sat with a cup of coffee, her eyes thoughtful,

“Anvika seems so cultured,” she said gently. “Such a sweet girl. Just like her family.”

Viren nodded, his tone approving, “She carries herself with grace. Aryaan is sharp and responsible, the Malhotras, they seem genuine. Warm-hearted people.”

Rhea who sprawled dramatically across the couch, grinned, “Of course, she’s my best friend! Naturally perfect.”

Everyone smiled  except Rudraansh.

Rhea tilted her head, her teasing tone finding its mark, “And what about you, Bhai? What did you think of Anvika? Come on, tell us. Any thoughts?”

He looked at her with that same unreadable gaze. His voice calm, measured, “I prefer to focus on business deals, not people. That’s all.”

She laughed then crossed her arms, “Yeah, yeah, we all see it. But what if someday, your business deal turns into something… a little more personal?”

He didn’t even flinch. He placed his cup down, loosened his watch and stood up, “I have an early meeting tomorrow. Excuse me.”

He walked away, his tall frame disappearing up the stairs.

Meera’s soft smile faded, replaced by a quiet sadness. She looked at her husband.

“I don’t know when he’ll move past that incident… when he’ll finally allow happiness back into his life.”

Viren exhaled slowly while placing a gentle hand on her shoulder, “Give him time. His wounds run deep. But maybe… just maybe, life will give him another chance.”

Upstairs, Rudraansh entered his dimly lit room. The city lights filtered faintly through the curtains. He removed his coat, sat down by the window and stared at the skyline.

Marriage? Love? Happiness?

Those words felt… foreign. Distant.

A faint, bitter smile curved on his lips, “Love complicates things… and I’ve already lost too much to risk it again.”

But even as he whispered those words, a soft laugh echoed in his mind, her laugh.

Her caramel eyes. Her bright, unguarded smile.

He clenched his jaw, dismissing the thought, “Stay focused, Rudraansh. Emotions don’t belong in business… or life.”

He stood and headed toward the washroom. The sound of running water soon filled the stillness.

And as the night deepened, two hearts, one broken, one untouched, unknowingly drifted closer under the same moonlight.

Because fate had only just begun to play its hidden tune.

And somewhere beyond the walls of mansions and the gate of crowded college, Beyond the noise of hurried footsteps and falling petals, A silent force smiled.

Two strangers.

Two pasts.

Two hearts stitched together by destiny’s invisible thread.

Neither of them knew why their paths had crossed thrice in a single day.

Why his guarded world was shaken by a storm of laughter and chaos. Why his steady life was suddenly tangled in mud, sarcasm and stolen glances.

Was it just coincidence?

Or the universe writing the first lines of a story that neither of them was ready for?

Fate, watching from afar, whispered softly:

“Let them collide again. And again. Until their hearts learn the melody they've forgotten.”

And so, their story began, Not with love at first sight but with a crash, a fall and a stubborn spark.

What happens when two broken halves meet?

Will they heal each other, or break further apart?

Only time and destiny held the answer.

But for now… they walked away from each other, unaware that this was only the beginning.

Author's Note:

Thank you for reading. This story is very close to my heart.

The first chapter might feel a little simple or slow (every story needs a start, right?) but I promise, as the chapters unfold, you'll find drama, emotions, laughter and love. 💫

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