Destined To Love You

Prologue ⚘( ၴႅၴ

The first time Sayra Dixit saw Rithvik Rajvansh, she was eleven years old, just a shy girl in sixth grade. He was already thirteen, tall for his age, with an air of quiet confidence that set him apart from the other boys. That was the day her heart unknowingly made its choice. 

At first, it had been nothing but admiration. He was everything she wasn’t—bold, charismatic, and effortlessly charming. While she sat in the library with her books, he ruled the basketball court. While she hesitated to speak in class, his hand was always the first one up. He wasn’t just popular; he was respected. Teachers adored his intelligence, students admired his leadership, and girls… well, girls wanted him. 

By the time she reached tenth grade, Sayra had long given up denying the truth—she was hopelessly, irrevocably in love with Rithvik Rajvansh. 

Her Perfect Rithvik 

To Sayra, Rithvik wasn’t just a boy; he was a dream personified. 

His presence commanded attention, even in a crowded room. Standing at six feet, he had the lean, athletic build of someone who had spent years perfecting his game. His sharp jawline, intense dark eyes, and thick, slightly messy hair made him look like he had stepped out of a Bollywood movie. But it wasn’t just his looks—he carried himself with the effortless confidence of someone who knew he was destined for greatness. 

There was something captivating about him—the way his eyes held an unreadable depth, the way his voice carried authority even in casual conversations, and the way he could make people listen without ever raising his voice. 

He was the star athlete, the head boy, the school’s pride, and her personal heartbreak waiting to happen. 

Yet, despite knowing that he was out of her league, despite knowing that a boy like him would never look twice at a quiet, bookish girl like her… she still loved him. 

Because how could she not?   

She had spent years watching him from the sidelines, collecting stolen moments like fireflies in a jar. 

The way his lips curved into a rare, genuine smile when he won a match. The focused intensity in his eyes when he spoke about something he was passionate about. The casual flick of his wrist as he tossed a basketball and never missed a shot. The way his voice softened whenever he talked to his younger siblings. 

She had memorized his schedule, not in an obsessive way—but because her heart automatically noted his presence. She knew he took black coffee with no sugar, that he ran his fingers through his hair when frustrated, that he never forgot his younger brother’s lunchbox but often forgot his own. 

She knew everything about him. 

And yet, he probably didn’t even know she existed.   

For years, Sayra had kept her feelings buried, knowing they were futile. But lately, something had shifted. 

This was his final year of school. After this, he would be gone—off to some prestigious university, surrounded by people as brilliant as him, living a life far beyond her reach. If she didn’t confess now, she never would. 

And so, after five long years of silent love, Sayra finally made a decision. 

She was going to tell him. 

She was going to confess in front of the entire school—on the farewell day, during the assembly, where he couldn’t ignore her. 

It was terrifying. It was reckless. It was insane 

But it was also the only chance she would ever get.