Welcome, in the world of Agastya and Dhaara. Two individuals seeking different paths to cope up with difficulties of life. One chose to ignore and escape. Another chose to make it a shield. Agastya kashyap:a chaos-- a high-speed blur in a world that demands he stand still. A reckless heir with a designer watch and a "don't-care" smirk, he lives for the adrenaline of the race and the sting of a sharp comeback. To the high-society circles of the Kashyap mansion, he is the charming, immature rogue who treats life like a game he's already bored of playing. Dhaara Trivedi: A silent observant. whose eyes so sharp that she catches small habits of people without even them noticing, and uses them against them when needed. Dhaara is the calm before, during, and after the storm. Clad in crisp, ivory cotton and shielded behind her signature glasses, she is a woman of precision, principles, and a silence that carries more weight than any shout. To the world, she is the brilliant, stoic advocate who navigates life by the rule of law, keeping her emotions under a lock that no one has been able to pick. But life isn't that simple, and so the characters in it aren't. Everything has a reason to be, and crack to bypass them. ■■■■■■ ​"Dheere baat karo," she suddenly called out, her voice cutting through his frantic whispering like a cold scalpel. She didn't open her eyes. "Yahan koi aur bhi hai. I don't need to hear your scripts." ​Agastya froze. He looked back through the glass door, seeing her still figure on the bed. He felt a surge of pure, unadulterated annoyance. To him, -the villainous authority figure who had hijacked his freedom. ​"Chalo yaar, ye Mogambo meri jaan le legi varna," he muttered into the phone, his face twisted in an irritated grimace. WHAT WILL HAPPEN WHEN TWO CONTRASTING PEOPLE ARE ARRANGED TO LIVE TOGETHER? ■■■■■■ ​"Say something!" "Argue with me! Slap me again! Just don't... just don't ignore me like I'm

" What are we?" She asked him red tearful eyes fixed onto his, He held cigarette between his fingers keeping his arm on his thigh, " W𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗱𝗼 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘂𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲?" He asked her back, in a low voice. More tears fell down her eyes, " Do i hold any right on you?" She questioned, whose answer might crumple her heart. " 𝗘𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 " he replied with soft eyes, in his deep voice. ---------- 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘯 𝘨𝘶𝘯 𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘵, 𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘴, 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘴, 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦,. 𝘞𝘩𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳, 𝘞𝘩𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳, Is the one stating such a statement, isn't it ironic? __________ "Can you please leave... your presence suffocates me" " OKAYHH..." he said shaking his head. He stood at a distance, eyed her with some unreadable expression. "hmm... to tum bhooke pyase,.. mere khilaf ansan karna chahti ho" (So you want to go on a hunger strike against me?!!) He picked up water jug perched on cupboard,.. she glanced at him and glass jug alternatively. * smash* she shut her eyes in reflex. The glass jug was scattered on ground in pieces, along with water. "Then do it properly!" ____________ 𝘽𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙟𝙪𝙙𝙜𝙚, 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙤𝙣𝙘𝙚~