Draft Me a Home

*He designs buildings that win awards.*
*She designs spaces that feel like belonging.*
*They study the same thing. Work in the same city. Breathe the same Pune air.*

*And Aryan Khurana cannot stand her.*

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Ishita Arora never asked for his attention.
She never asked for his hatred either.

But somewhere between late nights in Studio B, site visits neither of them wanted to share, and two little girls who decided - without permission - to love the wrong person's sibling...

She ended up in his house.
Standing in his kitchen.
Making food that smelled like something he lost three years ago.

For one second, Aryan Khurana thought maybe his mother came again.

It was only one second.

But one second was enough to ruin everything he'd built.

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*He knows how to construct walls.*
*She knows how to make them feel like home.*
*The problem is -*
*he never planned for her.*