Two souls, as different as night and day, yet both carried by the winds of fate toward the same horizon.
Shehnaz Kaur was a girl who found her solace in the pages of books, in the flutter of bird wings against the backdrop of a rising sun, and in the endless constellations that stretched across the night sky. Her heart was always somewhere between the earth and the stars, floating in the quiet spaces that most people overlooked. To her, the universe was a story written in the clouds, the rhythm of life told through the whispers of nature. She adored the simplicity of the world above-its vastness, its beauty, its infinite possibilities.
Sidharth, on the other hand, had lived a life shaped by structure and grounded ambition. At 36, he was no stranger to the weight of responsibility. He was a man who understood the intricacies of design, of form and function. But beneath his pragmatic exterior, Sidharth had always been drawn to the sky-to the shifting clouds, the shade of dusk that softened the harsh lines of the day, the quiet pull of the moon, and the scattered stars that filled the night with silent wonder. The sky, with all its unpredictability, spoke to a part of him that longed for freedom, for something beyond the life he had so carefully built.
They were two souls, shaped by different worlds shehnaz who looked to the stars with a heart full of dreams, and Sidharth, who watched the sky with a mind full of questions. She lived in the delicate dance of light and flight, and he in the stillness of the moon and the shifting clouds. One found meaning in the infinite, while the other sought order in the chaos.
She was an extrovert, who has her head in the cloud,He was practical to the bones with streaks of intelligence.
She is whimsical enough to think of consequences. His every action is well calculated, everys action, measured.
She desire everything farfetched and dances to joy and even smile to sorrows.logic is his middle name and his every move, under control.
Her age was a mere number as a child is still living within her.He is a man who had completely left childhood behind when he was still a child.
She could imagine rainbows on even sunny day and loves running behind imaginery butterflies, He never had time to admire the rainbow and butterflies for him were mere distractions.
Their life would have been perfect ,in their uniquely imperfect ways,she would have lived her life with hair in the breeze, he would have worked hard to achieve new heights and never had they ever would have known that they were the salvation from the burden of being themselves if they hadn't met that evening.