he own a company eternity he is a president of it and he is ceo of The rathor's company which his father owns and yess his younger cousin brother Akshat is also share ceo position with him

Akshat is 24 vardaan also  jay is 23 and ahana is 22 and they respect him alot but also full fun and teasing but he is not interested he is totally workaholic and talk only when needed and totally health freak

Meanwhile she totally oopsite

Extrovert , full fun enjoing life choas irritated elder brother abhya a lot we have a female german shepherd kira

And she also have friends name aditi , muskan and my elder cousin sis prachi but she don't call her didi at all

And her younger brother my crime patner Tanmay

Parallel Lives, Unseen Strings

Continued from both Rudra Singh Rathore and Ishita Sharma's perspectives

(They haven’t met yet. Their worlds still move on separately — vastly different, yet destined to crash)

RUDRA SINGH RATHORE – Age 25

Location: Eternity Group Headquarters, South Delhi – 46th Floor

The boardroom was silent. Like always, I liked it that way.

“Send the merger file to my personal inbox. I’ll check it post-training,” I told the legal head without even glancing up from my tablet. My voice was cold, calm, and absolute. Like a full stop after every command.

I run Eternity Group, my own creation. A tech-empire turned luxury brand giant in just three years. My blood, my mind, my discipline built it. And I’m also CEO of Rathore Industries, a legacy passed down by my father, who still watches every move but trusts my silence more than boardroom speeches.

Power suits, precision schedules, protein bowls, and black coffee — that’s my routine.

Distractions? None.

Desires? Controlled.

Even my cousin and co-CEO, Akshat — the charming one — constantly says,

“Bhai, you need a life. Like, something outside this goddamn glass building.”

I don’t answer. I don’t need to.

He’s 24, wild, ambitious but loyal — my partner in strategy, even if his socializing gives me a headache.

Vardaan is 23 — calm, logical, lawyer and also handle our cybernetics innovation.

Jay, my younger brother, is 23 — a rebel in hoodies and sneakers, manages sports and media partnerships, always partying.

Ahana, my baby sister, is 22 — fashion-obsessed and loud as a horn.

They all live under one roof in the Rathore Mansion, but I mostly live in my outhouse — detached. Needed my own routine. My space.

They respect me. Tease me. Try to drag me into their fun chaos.

I shut the door every time.

Why?

Because nothing matters more than discipline.

No love. No relationships.

My body is my temple, my business is my battlefield, and peace… doesn’t exist.

Not for me.

Not yet.

ISHITA SHARMA – Age 20

Location: Sharma House, North Delhi, on the floor with Kira’s leash tangled around her wrist

“Kiraaaa!! Let go of my scarf, you evil woman!” I shout, tangled in leash, dupatta, and laughter as my German Shepherd drags me through the living room like a rag doll.

Kira, my best girl, my protector, my four-legged tornado. She’s more loyal than my elder brother abhya, who right now is screaming,

“Mummyyyyy! Ishu ne mere room se face wash churaya phir se!”

I’m 20, and I’m a masterpiece of chaos.

I dance while brushing my teeth. Eat ice cream for breakfast. Play loud music while doing eyeliner.

I’m a makeup artist by profession. A college student by degree. And a walking drama by nature.

My studio in Noida? Tiny but colorful. A rainbow of blushes and brushes.

My team is just me, a speaker, and a kettle that always boils over.

But my clients love me — because I don’t just paint faces, I bring smiles.

My girl gang includes:

• Aditi – brutally honest, gym freak, and always late.

• Muskan – softie, romantic, and owner of the worst jokes on earth.

• Prachi – my elder cousin, but I don’t call her didi. No way. She’s the queen of sarcasm, my shopping partner, and makeup guinea pig.

And then there’s tanmay , our younger brother — my ultimate crime partner. From stealing food at 2am to sneaking into weddings just to eat dessert, he’s my personal nonsense generator.

I live in a house where someone’s always yelling, food’s always being made, and someone’s always asking if I’ve washed my brushes.

I post reels, do makeup trials, laugh too much, cry too easily.

I believe in stars, signs, and soulmates.

I dream about a guy who looks at me like I’m his entire sky.

But I haven’t met him yet.

Two Roads, Still Apart

He’s waking up at 4 a.m.

She going to sleep at 2 a.m.

He’s living in silence.

She made of noise.

He owns the world.

She want to make my own.

Rudra Singh Rathore, with his ocean blue eyes and unshakable silence…

Ishita Sharma, with her messy bun, painted nails, and big dreams…

They don’t know each other exist.

But fate is stitching something quietly.

The kind of thread even time cannot break.