💫 Ishita Sharma's Perspective - The Day Destiny Played Louder

The next morning, I stood in front of the full-length mirror at my place, adjusting the tucked corner of my beige blouse and brushing down the hem of my flared black trousers. My long hair was half-tied in a loose twist, soft curls falling down my back. Nude heels on, subtle makeup, glossy nude nails-professional, polished, but still me.

Today I had to officially sign as the main model and creative face for Reet Kapoor's launch project.

Kira barked while I locked the door at home like she knew something was up - maybe dogs really can sense fate.

My mom had given me a quick aarti at the door before I left, chanting

Radha-Krishna's name under her breath like she always did when I was about to start something big.

This was big.

Reet had asked me to come and finalize everything - dates, themes, models, and the creative lookbook.

I reached Reet Kapoor Studios

I stepped inside her studio, greeted by scented candles, racks of pastel-colored lehengas, and sunlight spilling through gauzy curtains.

I had already prepared answers in my head:

• Where the funds are being used.

• Breakdown of the shoots.

• How the models are being managed.

My own hours and styling

"Ishiii, come in!" Reet called out from across the room, holding a tablet. "Let's sit. I've been waiting to lock this down."

I smiled and walked toward her, when suddenly...

I stopped.

There.

At the far end of the studio.

Near the open French windows, standing tall in his usual all-black suit, was him.

That man who save me

I nearly tripped on my own breath.

He was talking to someone - Reet's manager, maybe - looking at a draft of the finance sheet, nodding once or twice, holding a glass of lemon water. But the moment his eyes lifted...

He saw me.

Our gazes locked again.

Ocean-blue eyes. Calm but storming inside. Like a wave paused mid-crash.

I felt heat crawl up my neck. Not the shy kind - the what is this man doing here again kind.

Before I could even whisper anything, Reet leaned in and said softly, "Oh yeah... he's the primary investor in the whole launch."

My head turned to her sharply.

The guy who- I mean- he's the investor

She laughed, nodding casually as if she just said, yeah, he likes coffee.

"Yep. President of Eternity and co-CEO of The Rathors. Also known as Mr. Ruthless in the business world, and Mr. Impossible in the dating world. And in case it wasn't clear-"

She smirked, leaning in with a whisper.

"He's also my boyfriend's cousin."

I blinked.

"Your boyfriend?"

"Mhm. Vardaan. The most sarcastic, adorable moron to ever breathe."

I barely heard her next words, because he was still watching me. And I... couldn't help but look back.

Not with fear.

But something else.

Curiosity. Confusion. Something warm.

Something stupid.

"Let's go finalize everything,"

Reet said, pulling me away with a folder in hand. "Ignore the mafia-vibe statue in the corner. He's just here to oversee the finances."

I nodded slowly, but my heart?

It didn't nod.

It raced.

🖤 Rudra Singh Rathor's Perspective - Something Feels Different

I didn't want to come.

I never attend these small pre-launch meetings - that's what my finance department and creative director are for. But today, when Vardaan casually said, "Bhai, come with me. Reet wants to show you the production budget and the walkthrough," I agreed.

I didn't know why.

But I had a feeling.

And then I saw her.

Ishita.

She entered like wind slipping under a locked door. Effortless.

In heels this time. Hair tied back just the way it was in my dream last night-half up, half loose. Her nails matched the gloss of her lips. Confident. Precise. Radiant.

I'd read her full bio last night. Ishita Sharma. Makeup artist. Part-time model. Student. Family deeply spiritual. No scandals. No boyfriends. Clean. Sharp. Real.

And still... still, the paper didn't capture her like she looked standing across from me today.

I was supposed to ask questions.

I always do.

She wore no flashy colors. Nothing loud. But she glowed.

That quiet kind of glow you notice only when the world shuts up for a second.

I didn't even breathe.

For a moment, I forgot the million numbers Reet's manager was rattling off to me.

I looked at her like I was reading a memory. One that hadn't happened yet.

She looked shocked.

Didn't expect me here.

Good.

Neither did I.

And still... I didn't look away.

Neither did she.

"Sir, should we proceed to the vendor listing?"

my manager asked.

I nodded. But my eyes stayed on her for just a second longer.

Then she turned to Reet, whispering something. She looked... almost flustered. And when she looked back again - that tiny hesitant glance over her shoulder - I knew.

She remembers too.

She feels it too.

I didn't know how or when it started. I didn't believe in love. Or fate. Or God.

But her?

She was messing up all my rules.

And for the first time in 25 years... I didn't want the rules back.

ISHITA SHARMA'S PERSPECTIVE

I am nervous rembering answer he will

He would ask. Of course, he would. That's what business tycoons did, right?

Leaning over the corner table, signing something slowly, eyes unreadable, in a plain white shirt and black slacks. Rolled up sleeves. Top buttons open. The veins on his forearms so prominent they could've been sketched by an artist.

I paused for a second, inhaled, and walked toward his cabin with reet

I smiled, catching the glint of him still in the corner of my eye.

She handed me the final agreement documents. I flipped through them, glanced once in his direction.

He looked up. Briefly.

Not a word.

Not even a single question.

Not "what is this clause?"

Not "who's approving these logistics?"

Not "how are we monitoring the usage of funds?"

Nothing.

He just signed it. Without reading too much. With a composed nod and returned the file to Reet.

I blinked.

Wait-what?

A multi-crore investment... and he didn't ask a single thing?

And I was the main face of this whole thing. He didn't even talk to me.

I felt my heart flutter in confusion.

Didn't he want to say something?

🖤 Rudra Singh Rathor's Perspective - Silences

My legal team even said, "Sir, make sure you ask about clause 9C and the influencer engagement metrics."

But when she sat across the room... I didn't care.

Reet placed the file in front of me.

I flipped. I signed.

That's it.reports.

I didn't care about timelines.

All I cared about was that she was sitting there, looking confused... because I didn't interrogate her like everyone expected me to.

Good.

Let her wonder.

Let her feel the silence.

Let her know... she matters so much I can't even think straight when she's in the same room.

"You're not going to ask her anything sir ?" laksh messaged me

I replied with just one line:

"No need. I trust what I feel."

And for Rudra Singh Rathor-that was more serious than any business deal.