**RUDRA SINGH RATHORE - Perspective**

*Night after Shivratri - Eternity Headquarters → Rathore Mansion → His Private Gym → Bedroom*

I don't know her name.

I don't know where she lives.

I don't know what she does.

**But I know I'm in love.**

Not the casual kind people throw around like a trend.

Not lust.

Not infatuation.

Not curiosity.

**Love.**

And I, Rudra Singh Rathore - the man this world calls *emotionless*, *ruthless*, *stone-hearted*, *cold-blooded*,

am saying that.

For the first time in twenty-five years.

I couldn't sit in my cabin anymore.

Papers, contracts, presentations... all blurred.

Even Akshat noticed something. He barged in with that grin of his.

> "Oye Mr. President, you look like someone just punched you in the chest with a love letter."

>

> I didn't respond.

>

> He raised a brow. "Wait... did someone?"

I gave him one single glare. He laughed and walked out.

But inside me...

He wasn't wrong.

I drove home late. Didn't take the usual route.

Took the longer one. Slower. Quieter.

Maybe hoping I'd pass by that mandir again.

But she was gone.

Still - my grip tightened on the steering wheel.

**Why am I feeling like this?**

Back home at the Rathore Mansion, I skipped dinner.

Of course, Ma noticed.

> "Rudra, kuch khaya kyun nahi?"

>

> "Not hungry."

>

> "You're not sick, right?"

>

> "I'm fine, Ma."

I wasn't.

**I wasn't fine.**

Because something cracked inside me today - a wall I'd built since I was a child.

The day Tara died... I told myself I'd never believe in fate. Never in God. Never in anything divine.

But today, in a *goddamn* mandir I've never stepped foot into...

**She fell into my arms.**

I changed into my workout gear and headed to my personal gym in the basement.

Deadlifts. Punching bag. 200 pushups.

I did everything. Sweated out every drop of this emotion boiling inside me.

Didn't help.

Even when I closed my eyes to focus - I saw her.

**That second, that moment - when she looked up at me with startled eyes.**

When her fingers gripped my shoulder for balance.

When her lips trembled in apology.

When she turned away toward the mandir... like a beautiful mystery I didn't get to solve.

Now, back in my room - 2:14 AM.

Lying in the dark.

Staring at the ceiling.

I don't even know what I'm feeling.

It's foreign. Raw. Real.

Like **gravity shifted** under my feet for the first time in my perfectly-controlled life.

And still, no name.

No address.

No identity.

Just her.

**That face. That voice. That moment.**

Etched into every corner of my mind.

And the most insane part?

**I don't want to fight it.**

Not this time.

*Day After Shivratri*

*They don't know names. But their minds already belong to each other.*

### **ISHITA SHARMA - Perspective**

*Location: My Studio - "Blush & Brush" - Noida Sector 18*

It's been almost **twelve hours**.

Since I saw him.

Since I *felt* him.

But my heart... it's still thumping like a **dhol** in my chest.

I'm trying. I swear I'm trying to focus.

The bride in front of me keeps saying, "Didi thoda peachy tone do na... haan thoda glitter bhi,"

And I keep nodding with a fake smile, pretending I'm not stuck in a loop.

But truth?

**I didn't sleep last night.**

Not even for a second.

Every time I closed my eyes - *he* was there.

**Those ocean-blue eyes.**

Sharp, stormy, unreal. Like a character straight out of my dark romance novels.

Except... he was **real**.

Too real.

"ISHITA!"

Priya snapped her fingers in front of me.

I blinked.

"*Haan?*"

"aap lipstick galat shade ki laga rahi ho" she said, frowning and pulling the brush from my hand.

I stared down at the palette and realized... she was right.

I never mess up.

Makeup is my zone. My calm. My art.

But today?

God help me.

I looked at myself in the mirror next to my client. My face looked fine - but my **eyes**?

They were glowing with something else. Something too dreamy to be safe.

I tried to shrug it off.

"Sorry... bas thoda neend kam hui," I muttered.

But inside, my head kept spinning.

What was he doing still standing outside the temple *two hours later*?

Was he waiting for someone?

Was he *looking for me*?

Does he even remember me?

...Did he feel it too?

That spark?

That energy?

That silence that spoke a thousand unspoken things?

I stepped into the storeroom and sat on the little wooden stool, placing a hand on my chest.

**It was still beating wildly.**

"*Kya ho raha hai mujhe...*" I whispered to myself.

And the worst part?

I didn't even know his name.

I didn't know who he was.

But God...

I wanted to.

**Desperately.**

### **RUDRA SINGH RATHORE - Perspective**

*Location: Eternity HQ - 45th Floor - Executive President Office*

"Sir, the Dubai investor call is in 15-"

"Reschedule it to tomorrow," I said, without looking up.

The assistant froze. "But sir, you confirmed it just-"

"I said reschedule it."

My tone made her nod silently and exit.

I sat alone in my glass-walled office, a city skyline behind me, and *her* in front of my eyes.

Not literally.

But so vividly it might as well be real.

**She haunts me.**

Her eyes.

The way she clutched my shoulder.

Her voice trembling with "sorry" and "thank you."

The way she turned back toward the mandir - disappearing into the crowd like she was **sent from the divine**.

I've never felt this.

Not even for a second.

Not in boardrooms.

Not with success.

Not with the women who throw themselves at me at every damn event.

**She was different.**

Wildly different.

And I'm not the type to obsess.

I don't chase.

I don't believe in love.

I don't even believe in fate.

But now?

My fingers drum the desk.

My jaw clenches every time I look at my phone, wishing I had something... *anything* to search her by.

I don't even know her **name.**

Yet I know her voice.

Her presence.

Her smile.

Like they've etched themselves into my **soul**.

Akshat barges in, holding two coffees.

"Bro! Come on, I got your protein espresso thing and an actual coffee for my normal human soul."

I give him a hard stare.

He flops on the chair. "Okay, what's up with you today? You've rejected three meetings, snapped at Kiran, and ignored your protein bar. You're... glitching."

I don't respond.

Because what would I even say?

**I caught a girl I don't know, and now I can't breathe right without her crossing my mind?**

I, Rudra Singh Rathore - **the robot of the Rathores** - am malfunctioning?

He sighs dramatically. "You're in love or something. That's the only disease we don't have immunity for."

I don't confirm.

I don't deny.

I just stare out the window.

At nothing.

And everything.

Because truth is...

I don't know how.

I don't know when.

But I need to see her again.

And until then...

I'll keep living in the echo of that moment.

**Her heartbeat against mine.**

And the flowers falling like blessings from the gods I never believed