
"It was just a moment... The corner of her dupatta, caught in his watch- As if time itself paused her, gave him permission to touch her destiny." Simar Patel doesn't come from silk and silver - but she paints them onto every handmade chikankari dupatta she sells in the lanes of Aminabad, Lucknow. Balancing college, Shop, a younger brother, and a hospital-worn Dadi, she weaves her survival one thread at a time. Until one evening, golgappe ka pani collides with a billionaire's ego - and life takes a sharp turn. Advay Rathore. Lucknow's most arrogant heir. Raised in marble. Built from shadows. He rules Rathore Industries with cold logic - until a street girl with fire in her eyes stains his shirt and pride. What begins as hate turns into headlines, contracts, charity events and power games. But in the lanes of Lucknow, nothing is ever as simple as rich and poor. And through it all, Simar holds onto her colors, her voice, and her rage. ✨ This is not just a love story. It's a fight for space, respect and that one moment when even destiny has to bow. "Some girls wear dreams in their bangles. Some wrap them in dupattas - And then walk straight into empires."All Rights Reserved
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