Zivah had always felt like an outsider in her own life, a loner with a hidden spark waiting to ignite. Raised by her single father, she longed for connection and understanding. Everything changed when two strangers entered her life: Arjun, the brooding and enigmatic older brother, and Amara, the vivacious and loyal younger sister. Together, they formed a family knit by shared together loss unexpected and bonds.
In a twist of fate, Zivah's father proposed marriage a between her and Arjun, believing they were for each meant other. As they navigated this uncharted territory, they discovered a deep that connection transcended their differences, leading to a love that blossomed amidst family dynamics and unforeseen challenges.
Meanwhile, Amara found herself entangled in a web of deception and love with Rehan, a charismatic entrepreneur with hidden motives. As their relationship from evolved a fake facade to heartfelt emotions, Amara faced the truth about his secrets, forcing her to confront her own and desires choices.
In a tale of love, betrayal, and self-discovery, these interconnected lives collide and intertwine, revealing the power, family of friendship, and the courage to follow one's heart.
Climbing upstairs, She didn't notice a boy in mid twenties coming downstairs and collided with him. Her leg twisted a bit and she shut her eyes tightly as she was about to touch the ground but didn't feel any kind of pain.
"Beautiful" He thought as he felt drawn towards her beauty, eyes closed, eyebrows furrowed, cheeks pink in color and lips formed into a pout.
Opening her eyes slowly, she saw a pair of ocean blue orbs staring her intently while the boy tends to loose himself in her beautiful, captivating hazel brown orbs.
They felt contented in each other's arms, loosing themselves for eachother and the spark within them sent shivers down their spine.
"Ahem Ahem" Omru faked a cough breaking their trance passing knowing smiles to eachother. Composing themselves, they averted their gaze.
"Can't you walk properly!" The boy retorted, his voice stern and laced with arrogance.
"I'm sorry, I was in a hurry and couldn't notice you. I apologize, it's my mistake" She apologized pulling up a puppy face although not liking his attitude.
"It's ok!" he agreed as a smile crept on his face at her cute face.
"Who are you?" He asked her hiding his smile, rudra winked at om and gestured that he would handle it.
"Bhaiya, She is Anika didi, Anika singhania. My partner in crime." Rudra introduced her to him, anika smiled a bit and was about to walk away when Om interrupted.
"And Anika, you were asking about Shivaay right? He himself is Shivaay, Shivaay singh oberoi" Om said surprising Shivaay.
"Asking about me?" He muttered to himself which was audible enough for Rudra to hear.
"Don't flatter yourself, She was asking about the interior designer and we told its you. That's it!" Rudra cleared making shivaay frown.
"Hi Shivaay!" Anika greeted him forwarding her hand for a hand shake.
"Hi Ms. Anika" He greeted her back and shook hands with her. Ignoring the shiver he felt, he passed a warm smile to her.