Love Rekindle: Souls Made For Each Other Separated By Fate

⋆.˚🦋༘⋆Prologue⋆.˚🦋༘⋆

PROLOGUE – I 

⋆.˚🦋༘⋆ {Phase – 1} ⋆.˚🦋༘⋆

The University of California buzzed with life, its sprawling campus a blend of architecture, lush greenery, and students from every corner of the world. Among these students were two inseparable souls—Reyansh Raichand and Ishika Sharma. They were a chaotic, unfiltered, and unstoppable duo. Best friends since their first week on campus, they fit together like pieces of a chaotic jigsaw puzzle—messy but perfect.

Reyansh was born into privilege. The heir to the Raichand Group of Companies, he had the world at his feet. His striking jawline, dark eyes, and effortless charm ensured that his reputation as a "campus heartthrob" preceded him wherever he went. But Reyansh didn't care about the attention; he'd grown used to it, brushing off flirtations and fangirls with a lazy grin. His focus was clear—graduate with an MBA in Business Management and step into the shoes his father had carefully polished for him.

Ishika Sharma, on the other hand, was a tornado wrapped in ambition. Sharp-witted and fiercely independent, she was determined to make a name for herself in the world of corporate law. She loved a challenge and had no intention of being anyone's shadow—not even Reyansh's, despite his family's influence. She had a knack for debates, a sarcastic mouth that could match Reyansh word for word, and a knack for making legalese sound like poetry.

Though their career paths diverged, fate (or perhaps a mischievous scheduler) brought them together in two common subjects: Business Law and Strategic Negotiations. And those classes became a playground for their antics.

Scene: Strategic Negotiations – Lecture Hall

Reyansh slumped in the seat next to Ishika, his notebook wide open but blank. The professor droned on about conflict resolution strategies, but Reyansh's attention was fixed on the pen Ishika twirled between her fingers.

"How do you not get bored with this stuff?" Reyansh muttered, kicking her chair lightly.

"Because unlike you, Mr. Business Mogul," Ishika whispered back without looking at him, "I actually care about things like contracts and negotiations."

Reyansh grinned lazily. "Ah, yes. Your lifelong dream of swimming in legal documents and corporate jargon. So exciting."

Ishika rolled her eyes but smirked. "And your lifelong dream of firing people before your morning coffee is better?"

"Hey, firing's a skill," Reyansh quipped. "And I plan to do it with style. Maybe even start a trend. I'll call it—'The Monday Morning Massacre.' Fun, right?"

"You're ridiculous," Ishika muttered, trying not to laugh.

He leaned closer, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Come on, Sharma. Admit it—you'd miss me if I weren't around to annoy you."

"Miss you?" Ishika raised an eyebrow. "I'd throw a party."

"Yeah, yeah," Reyansh said with a chuckle. "And I'll bet your guest list would only have one name—'Lonely Ishika.'"

Ishika gave him a playful shove. "Oh, shut up, Rey. At least my degree will involve something other than whining about board meetings."

"Touché," he said, holding up his hands in mock surrender. "But admit it—you'd make a terrible CEO."

"I'd be fantastic at it, actually. But unlike you, I don't need to boss people around to feel important."

"That's what you think." Reyansh grinned wickedly. "Wait until you have interns. You'll love it."