SO..... the story is about Aryan Khan- A Bollywood prince
he's studying directing and wants to be like his dad.... but what happens when he meets a girl whom he knows from childhood and starts to develop feelings for her....will she accept his feel...
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A week passed since Aryan and Nandini's last argument—a silence that felt both comforting and painfully raw. Each had retreated into their own world, burying themselves in solitude, their paths never crossing even in the vastness of Mannat.
Suhana, Gauri, and Pooja did everything they could to bridge the divide, yet every attempt seemed to pull Aryan and Nandini further apart. They tried bringing them together at dinner, coaxing them into casual conversations, and creating moments where they might interact naturally. But each effort ended in the same cold distance, and eventually, even they felt the weight of defeat.
What the family didn't realize was that, even in their silence, Aryan and Nandini's minds were entangled in thoughts of each other. Nandini, although resolute in her independence, couldn't help the way her heart fluttered whenever she replayed moments with Aryan in her mind—small, fleeting memories that had somehow rooted themselves deep within her. She would catch herself smiling at nothing, only to push the feeling away and drown herself in her work, convincing herself it was just a distraction.
Aryan, on the other hand, had completely lost himself in thoughts of her. Every night, his heart ached with the need to be near her, to hear her voice, to remind her of the love he felt, a love he could neither abandon nor ignore. And though he forced himself to focus on his upcoming projects, his dedication was tainted with a desperation that couldn't be hidden. His heart's turmoil followed him to bed, where he clutched his pillow, fighting back tears as he faced the bitter truth that she still lingered in his every thought. He cried himself to sleep each night, the winds through his open window his only witness, as he whispered her name into the quiet, hoping somehow it might reach her.
Yet, each morning, he would rise with renewed determination, telling himself he would prove his love to her, no matter the cost. It wasn't just love—it was an obsession, a fierce desire to show her what they could be. She had become his world, his purpose, and he was willing to fight, to sacrifice, and even to lose himself if it meant winning her heart.
And Nandini, though she'd never admit it, was equally haunted. She, too, felt the draw of his presence in every quiet moment, his voice echoing in her mind, his touch lingering like an invisible imprint on her skin.
Nandini's decision to leave felt like a weight pressing down on her chest, each step in her plan, each conversation, cementing her choice but shredding her heart bit by bit. She had spent the past week convincing herself that moving forward was the only way to escape the tangled emotions and inner turmoil Aryan stirred in her. Her mind had won the battle over her heart, but as she left the call that evening, having finalized her plans with Wahi, the heaviness in her heart was almost unbearable.
