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“The Same Sky” 🌌

RUDRA SINGH RATHORE’S perspective

Somewhere out there… she was asleep.

Or was she?

His fingers moved unconsciously toward his phone.

No messages.

No calls.

No social media stalking — he didn’t even use Instagram.

“What the hell are you doing, Rudra?”

“Why can’t I just forget her?”

“What is it about her?”

He leaned against the wall, the cool stone grounding him.

He didn’t want to admit it.

But he already had.

He was in love.

For the first time in 25 years, without touch, without words, without logic…

He was falling.

And falling deep.

Ishita Sharma’s Perspective

Location: Her home, North Delhi, in her cozy little room

Wrapped in her blanket, lights off, phone resting on her stomach, earphones in.

Yet sleep?

Nowhere.

Muskan and Aditi had spammed the group chat with funny reels.

Prachi had already dozed off in her room.

Her brother was editing some client vlog.

Even Kira, her dog, had fallen asleep beside the bed.

But her?

She stared up at the ceiling like it held answers.

“Why can’t I stop thinking about him?”

That man…

His ocean blue eyes.

His broad shoulders.

The way he didn’t say anything but still said everything with just his eyes.

The way she almost fell in the temple and instead fell into his arms.

And maybe… into something far deeper.

“Why is this feeling so intense?”

“It’s like he came straight out of a romance novel.”

“No. A dark romance. Definitely.”

She smiled to herself, pulling the blanket up to her chin.

“What if I never see him again?”

“What if he already forgot me?”

“No. I don’t think so... he stood there for two hours.”

Her heart raced at that memory.

She didn’t even know his name.

Nothing.

But her heart… knew everything it needed to.

She turned to her side, brushing a strand of hair off her cheek, whispering to no one but herself.

“I don’t know who you are… but wherever you are… I hope you’re thinking about me too.”

And unknowingly…

they both looked at the sky.

At the same moment.

Breathing in the same air.

Feeling the same ache.

And hoping… for the same thing.

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