The city skyline shimmered in the distance, a sea of golden lights stretching beyond the rooftop where man and women sat, cocooned in each other’s warmth. The night air was crisp, carrying the faint scent of jasmine, blending seamlessly with the soft melody playing from a nearby café. This was their place—the rooftop of an old book café, nestled in a quiet corner of Mumbai. A secret haven where time stood still just for them.

he leaned back on his elbows, his dark eyes drinking her in as she leaned against his chest and tracing lazy circles on his chest His fingers tangled in her hair, twirling a loose strand as he whispered, “You know, I think the universe made you just for me.”

she chuckled, tilting her face up to meet his gaze. “That sounds dangerously close to a pickup line, Mr. Kapoor.”

He smirked, tilting her chin up with his fingers. “Maybe. But it doesn’t make it any less true.”

Her heart fluttered as she looked at him, the city lights reflecting in his deep, unreadable eyes. She had never met anyone like him—someone who could be both fire and calm, passion and peace. She lifted a hand to his face, tracing the sharp angles of his jaw. “You always know exactly what to say,” she murmured.

“That’s because I only speak the truth,” he whispered, his lips ghosting over hers, staring at her with such an intense gaze.

she closed the distance, her mouth meeting his in a kiss that was slow, deliberate, filled with the kind of longing that made the air around them crackle. His arms tightened around her, pulling her impossibly closer as he deepened the kiss, his fingers pressing into her waist as if anchoring himself to her.

The world faded. There was only the heat of his touch, the way their bodies fit together, the silent promises in every movement. She felt his heartbeat against her palm, strong and steady, as if whispering a vow—this, us, forever. His hands slid beneath the fabric of her dress, caressing the warm, sensitive skin of her thighs as she let out a small, breathy moan against his mouth.

“Rey…” she whispered, her nails digging into his shoulders as his body pressing into hers with a slow, deliberate intensity which made him pause his actions, he pulled himself back from her as he lost control for few minutes, When they finally broke apart, breathless and dazed she looks at him and he is looking at her, his eyes dark with desire but filled with something deeper—something unshakable. Love.

“This,” he murmured, brushing his lips against hers once more, softer this time, as if sealing a promise. “This is forever" he fall back beside her turns to face her and placed his hand around her shoulder pulling her, close to himself.

she let out a soft laugh, resting her forehead against his. “You’re dangerous, Reyansh Kapoor.”

He grinned, running a thumb over her swollen lips. “Only for you, Avni Choudary.”

She sighed, curling into his embrace as they watched the stars blink lazily above them. In that moment, everything felt perfect—unshakable, eternal.

But miles away, far away from their moment of bliss, the past was stirring. In a dimly lit bedroom, another woman’s world was shattering.

That Woman shifted in her sleep, a crease forming between her brows. Her breath hitched, her body tensing as images flashed through her mind—blurry, fragmented memories that belongs to her.

“Devadutta….”

She jolted awake, her body slick with sweat, heart hammering against her ribs.