"I love you because the entire universe conspired to help me find you."
Ruhanika
Standing in front of Rudy & Paramount Global, I adjusted my formal attire and took a deep breath. Rage burned within me, barely concealed beneath my composed exterior. What did these people think of me? That I could be toyed with so easily?
They would soon learn otherwise.
I tightened my grip on the folder in my hand and strode inside, my heels clicking sharply against the marble floor. My determined demeanor turned a few heads, but I paid no attention. Today, I wasn’t here to play nice. What kind of company requires interviewees to sign a contract riddled with manipulative clauses? It was as though they had cheated me before the game even began.
Approaching the front desk, I forced my voice to remain polite, though frustration simmered just beneath the surface. "Excuse me, I am Ruhanika Sharma. I was chosen to be the Assistant Director. Could you please direct me to the appropriate location?"
The receptionist looked up with a polite smile. "Oh, Miss Ruhanika, welcome. You can take the lift to the 74th floor, where another receptionist will assist you."
I nodded curtly, suppressing the urge to roll my eyes. Drama. That’s all this felt like—an elaborate show designed to irritate me. All I wanted was to confront the person who thought they could manipulate me so easily.
The elevator doors opened with a chime, and I stepped inside, joining a handful of others. The air felt stifling, and the ride seemed endless. My thoughts swirled back to the chaos of the previous weeks, the betrayal I had endured, and the aftermath that had left me picking up the pieces. No, I reminded myself. I wasn’t going to dwell on him or that disaster of a day. I’d worked too hard to rebuild myself. I wouldn’t let the ghosts of the past pull me under again.
When the elevator finally opened on the 74th floor, I was greeted by yet another receptionist who directed me to "go straight and then left." I huffed in annoyance. Why did this company have to be so enormous? The sleek black-and-white decor was elegant but impersonal, leaving the entire space cold and lifeless.
How does anyone work in such an environment? It felt sterile, like a place designed for robots, not people. As I walked through the empty hallways, I found myself distracted by the oppressive atmosphere. My frustration mounted with each step until— bam—I collided with someone.
“Are you blind? Can’t you see someone walking?” The words flew out before I could stop them, sharp and cutting.
The man bent down to pick up his phone, completely ignoring my outburst.
“Do you have hearing loss as well?” I added, irritation lacing my tone.
Finally, he straightened and looked at me, his expression unreadable. But it wasn’t his lack of response that stopped me—it was his face. My breath hitched.
"Arjun Bhaisa," I whispered, barely audible, as recognition washed over me.
It couldn’t be. But it was. Standing before me, unchanged yet different, was the man I knew from another life. My mind reeled as I struggled to make sense of the impossible.
He gave me a blank look, shook his head as if to dismiss my reaction, and turned to leave without a word.
“Wait!” I called out, but he didn’t stop.
What did this mean? Did this mean everyone from past had been reincarnated? Was this some cruel twist of fate? My mind raced with questions, each more unsettling than the last.

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Beyond Destiny ~ A Saga Of Timeless Love
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