Rabta: The Connection

ʏᴜɢᴀɴꜱʜ ᴋᴏʜʟɪ
He's the kind of guy who walks in and the world notices-tall, sharp-eyed, with an air of quiet command. A college topper with a reputation for being untouchable, unpredictable, and undeniably brilliant.

He's got it all-money, name, power, a car that roars louder than most dreams, and a mind that outpaces his professors. They call him a bad boy, but it's not because he plays with hearts. He doesn't. Despite everything, he holds on to one quiet wish-a simple one:
"When love finds me... let it look like my mom and dad."

He's searching, not in desperation, but with hope. For someone who doesn't want him for what he has, but for who he is under the armor. He's the boy every girl wants, but the one who's saving his heart for the one who understands its worth.

ʀᴀᴅʜɪᴋᴀ ᴅᴇꜱʜᴘᴀɴᴅᴇ

She walks through the crowded corridors of the college like a shadow-present, but untouched. A silent storm behind calm eyes. The kind of brilliance that doesn't beg for applause. Professors admires her mind: classmates envy her grade. Always alone, ahe prefers the quit corner- library aisle, rooftop, or farthest seat by the window in class. There's a past-one she never speaks of, but it shows.

She's not rude. Just distant. Not emotionless, just careful. She's the girl no one really knows, but everyone remembers.