A story of a couple who being in love with each other that much that on one can do that their world are so different from each other there stauts is so different from each other they love each other passionately , like breathing can die for each other and also let go of each other if it comes on life he being in love with her at first site he never believe in love at all 

Their name 

Rudra sighn rathor a no. 5 richest and successful business tycoon don't believe in god people call him cold and heartless person so dam handsome muscular as hell fair to much tall 6'3 health freak live in south delhi porsh area age 25 and my obbession his। ocean blue eyes 

And 

Ishita sharma sunshine girl middle class background makeup artist have studio in noida but live in delhi north normal area 

Brown complexion long hair long nails 

Love fashion age 20 aslo a college student 

Both have full family parents he have mom dad , punjban dadi two chotic younger siblings a brother and sister jay and ahana 

Have chacha chachi and two younger cousin brother Akshat and vardaan 

She have parents and elder brother. 

**Title: Collide of Destinies**

**Phase 1: Separate Lives, Same Sky**

*(Told from both Rudra Singh Rathore and Ishita Sharma’s perspectives — they haven't met yet)*

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### **RUDRA SINGH RATHORE (Age 25) — Perspective**

*Location: South Delhi, Rathore Mansion*

The world fears me, respects me, envies me. But I don’t care.

I didn’t build an empire to be loved.

At just 25, I sit on a throne made of sweat, steel, and ruthlessness — Rathore Industries, now listed in the top five business empires of India. Numbers speak for me. Silence is my best weapon. And failure? Doesn’t exist in my dictionary.

I wake up at 4:30 a.m. sharp. My gym is my temple. No god, just iron and discipline. My body — sculpted, carved with scars of persistence. Six-pack abs, veiny arms, cold blue eyes that mirror ice — people say I don’t blink when I talk business.

They’re right. Feelings are weakness. I buried mine when I was sixteen.

Family? Yes. I have them. And I protect them. But emotions? Not my department. Mom calls me *“zid pe aaya toh bhagwan bhi haar jaye”*, Dad only smiles when I crack a deal 10x the expectation. My *dadi* — a full-on Punjabi hurricane — tries to put tikka on my forehead every time I leave for work. I duck. Every damn time.

And then there are the chaos creators: Jay, 18 — wild, parties more than he breathes. Ahana, 15 — TikTok addict, loud, dramatic, bratty.

My cousins Akshat and Vardaan treat my home like their hostel. My chachu-chachi stay in the mansion too. Big fat Indian family. But I keep my corner... untouched.

They all want me to “fall in love.”

Right. Like I’d waste my time for *pyaar vyaar nonsense*.

If I want something, I buy it. If I like someone, it’s physical, not emotional.

Until someone comes along who changes the rules.

But that hasn’t happened.

**Not yet.**

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### **ISHITA SHARMA (Age 20) — Perspective**

*Location: North Delhi, Sharma Residence*

Mornings start with three alarms, tangled bedsheets, and mom’s voice echoing through the hall:

“*Ishita! Tu kaam pe late ho jaayegi phir!*”

That’s me — Ishita Sharma. Twenty. College student. Makeup artist. Dreamer.

I live in a typical Delhi middle-class house — 2BHK, clothes drying on the balcony, neighbors who know everything about everyone, and a dog named Shanky who isn’t even ours but acts like he owns the street.

I own a small makeup studio in Noida. Nothing fancy, but it’s mine. My colors, my brushes, my world. On weekends, I teach beginner makeup workshops. On weekdays, I juggle college, work, and life.

My dad is a government employee — strict, old-school, but secretly proud of me. My mom is the emotional one — obsessed with TV serials and coconut oil. My elder brother — Rishi — treats me like I’m made of glass. Protective to the point of annoying.

I’m dusky — brown like roasted almonds — and I love it. I love long nails, winged eyeliner, bold lipstick. I walk in heels even when it hurts. Fashion is expression. I express a lot.

People call me sunshine. Maybe because I smile even when I’m crying.

Maybe because I believe in love... like the filmy kind.

The *“tum aaye toh zindagi mein rang aa gaye”* kind.

I don’t know where my life is going. I just know I want to be something.

Someone.

Not just a girl in the crowd.

Love?

Yes. I believe in it. I dream of it.

But I haven’t met **him** yet.

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### **Parallel Lives, Different Skies**

While Rudra is walking into his glass towers, making deals worth crores…

Ishita is trying to balance a brush in one hand and a textbook in the other.

He doesn’t believe in love.

I live for it.

He walks in Armani.

I hunt Sarojini for dupattas.

He’s cold like the moon.

I burn like the sun.

And yet, fate is playing its silent game…

Moving pieces, drawing paths toward a collision so deep, so intense, that neither will come out of it the same.

They just don’t know it yet.

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