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-01- Unexpected Harmony

Title:"Unexpected Harmony"

Sidharth Oberoi had built a life of meticulous order and calculated success. At 34, he was the CEO of Oberoi Enterprises, a tech firm that had seen exponential growth under his leadership. His days were filled with board meetings, business deals, and the occasional charity gala, leaving little room for personal indulgences.

On a rare evening off, Sidharth attended an art exhibition at the Oberoi Gallery, a place he frequented more out of obligation than interest. As he sipped his champagne and surveyed the crowd, his eyes fell upon a young woman who seemed entirely out of place amidst the sea of polished elites. She was absorbed in a painting, her expression a blend of curiosity and wonder.

Shehnaaz Singhaniya, at 21, was a burgeoning artist with dreams that far outpaced her modest means. Her attendance at the exhibition was a stroke of luck, thanks to a last-minute invitation from a friend. Shehnaaz was captivated by the painting before her, a vibrant splash of colors that seemed to dance and sing.

Intrigued by her genuine fascination, Sidharth approached her. "Beautiful, isn't it?" he said, his voice smooth and composed.

Shehnaaz turned to face him, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "It's like the colors are alive," she replied, her enthusiasm infectious.

"Tumhe art pasand hai?" Sidharth asked, switching to Hindi to make her feel more comfortable.

"Haan, bahut zyada. Art is my passion," Shehnaaz replied, her eyes lighting up.

Their conversation flowed effortlessly, delving into topics of art, life, and dreams. Sidharth found himself drawn to her youthful exuberance and unfiltered passion, a stark contrast to the calculated precision of his world. Shehnaaz, in turn, was fascinated by his depth and wisdom, sensing a vulnerability beneath his composed exterior.

Over the next few weeks, they met frequently, exploring the city's hidden gems and sharing stories from their vastly different lives. Sidharth introduced her to the world of high art and fine dining, while Shehnaaz showed him the beauty of simplicity and spontaneity. Their connection deepened, transcending the barriers of age and social status.

One evening, as they walked along the beach, Shehnaaz spoke of her dreams with a fervor that left Sidharth in awe. "I want to create art that speaks to people, that makes them feel something profound," she said, her eyes reflecting the setting sun.

Sidharth paused, taking her hands in his. "And you will, Shehnaaz. You have a gift, and the world needs to see it."

They found a small café near the beach and sat down, ordering coffee. Sidharth watched as Shehnaaz animatedly talked about her latest project, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

"Kabhi kabhi lagta hai ki main sapne dekh rahi hoon," Shehnaaz said, her voice softening. "Par phir tum mil gaye, aur sab kuch badal gaya."

"Tumhare sapne sacche honge, Shehnaaz," Sidharth said, squeezing her hand. "Main tumhare saath hoon, hamesha."

As the weeks turned into months, their bond grew stronger. Sidharth found himself making space in his life for Shehnaaz, prioritizing her over his demanding career. Shehnaaz, too, found inspiration in their relationship, her art blossoming in ways she had never imagined.

One evening, they were sitting in Sidharth's luxurious apartment, a contrast to Shehnaaz's modest studio. They were discussing their day when Shehnaaz asked, "Sidharth, tumhe kabhi darr nahi lagta?"

"Darr? Kis baat ka?" Sidharth looked puzzled.

"Humare age difference ka, logon ke reactions ka," she said, her voice tinged with worry.

Sidharth smiled reassuringly. "Mujhe sirf tumhari fikr hai, Shehnaaz. Baaki sab log kya sochte hain, usse koi farak nahi padta. Hum dono ek doosre ko samajhte hain, bas yahi zaroori hai."

Their love was not without challenges. The stark differences in their ages and backgrounds drew skepticism and judgment from those around them. Friends and family questioned the legitimacy of their relationship, doubting whether it could withstand the pressures of their worlds.

At a family gathering, Sidharth's mother, Mrs. Oberoi, voiced her concerns. "Sidharth, tumhe lagta hai yeh rishta long-term chal payega? Shehnaaz tumse 13 saal chhoti hai."

"Mom, I love her," Sidharth replied firmly. "Age is just a number. Humari understanding aur love strong hai."

Similarly, Shehnaaz faced questions from her friends. "Tu sure hai na, Shehnaaz? Sidharth ki world alag hai, tere sapno se," her friend Priya asked.

"Haan Priya, I am sure. Sidharth ke saath hone se mujhe lagta hai main apne sapne aur acche se jee sakti hoon," Shehnaaz replied confidently.

Despite the doubts and the whispers, Sidharth and Shehnaaz remained steadfast. They faced each obstacle together, their love growing stronger with each trial. Sidharth learned to embrace the unpredictability of life, finding joy in the little moments they shared. Shehnaaz, in turn, discovered a strength within herself, fueled by Sidharth's unwavering support and belief in her.

Their journey was one of unexpected harmony, a testament to the power of love that transcends boundaries and defies expectations. Sidharth and Shehnaaz proved that true love is not bound by age or circumstance but is a profound connection that enriches and transforms the lives it touches.

One sunny afternoon, they visited a local art fair. Shehnaaz was exhibiting her latest series of paintings, and Sidharth was by her side, proud and supportive. As they walked through the fair, they stopped by a stall selling handmade jewelry.

"Yeh dekho, Sidharth," Shehnaaz said, picking up a delicate bracelet. "Kitna sundar hai na?"

Sidharth smiled. "Bohot khoobsurat. Tumhare liye perfect hai."

Shehnaaz blushed and slipped the bracelet onto her wrist. "Tumhare bina yeh sab possible nahi hota, Sidharth. Thank you for believing in me."

Sidharth cupped her face in his hands. "Shehnaaz, tumhe pata bhi hai tumne meri zindagi kitni khubsurat bana di hai? Main tumhare bina apne aapko soch bhi nahi sakta."

Their love story became the talk of the town, not because of the age difference, but because of the genuine bond they shared. People saw the way they looked at each other, the way they supported and uplifted each other, and it was impossible not to be moved.

One evening, while sitting on the rooftop of Sidharth's apartment, gazing at the city lights, Shehnaaz asked, "Sidharth, humara future tumhe kaisa dikhta hai?"

Sidharth looked deep into her eyes and said, "Mujhe sirf tum nazar aati ho, Shehnaaz. Tumhare saath har din ek naya sapna hai. Hum dono milke apne sapno ko jeeyenge, aur duniya ko dikhayenge ki pyaar sach mein sab kuch jeet sakta hai."

As the city buzzed around them, Sidharth and Shehnaaz found their own piece of paradise in each other's arms, proving that true love is timeless, boundless, and unbreakable.

The End 

NOTE : Mostly I'm going to write one shot in this book.