"In the intricate tapestry of life, there exist threads that weave our destinies together. Unseen and often unnoticed, these invisible strings tug at our hearts, guiding us toward the people and experiences that shape us into who we are meant to be...
A warm evening breeze swept through the quiet streets of Gandhinagar as Krishi Prajapati sprinted down the narrow lane, her loose dupatta fluttering behind her. She wasn’t running for any particular reason—just the sheer thrill of it. Her laughter echoed as she playfully dodged a stray puppy in her path.
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[Her outfit]
And then—
Thud!
Krishi collided into something solid, sending her tumbling to the ground. “Ouch!” she muttered, rubbing her elbow. As she looked up, her eyes met an unfamiliar face—a tall, sharp-featured boy with a cold gaze.
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He dusted off his jacket, barely sparing her a glance before stepping aside. No concern, no apology. Just complete indifference.
“Hello? At least ask if I’m okay?” Krishi scoffed, expecting at least basic decency.
The boy didn’t even slow down. “You should have watched where you were going.” His voice was flat, devoid of any warmth.
Krishi’s jaw dropped. “Excuse me? I should have watched where I was going?” She scrambled to her feet, her fists clenched. “Are you serious? You were in my way!”
Still walking away, he simply shrugged. “Not my problem.”
Krishi’s blood boiled. “Ugh! What an arrogant idiot!” she muttered, brushing the dust off her kurti. “Who even behaves like this?”
Little did she know, she was going to find out soon enough.
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Later that night, as Krishi sat on her terrace, her younger sisters chattering around her, she heard her mother speaking to their neighbor.
“Our new neighbor Kevin, he’s Sweta's son…”
Krishi almost dropped her chai. “What!?” she blurted out. “That rude guy is my neighbor!?”
Her mother gave her a confused look. “What happened?”
Krishi groaned, sinking into her chair. Why do I always run into the worst people?
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Kevin’s POV:
Kevin Oberoi lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling. The unfamiliar hum of the new neighborhood was oddly soothing. But that wasn’t what kept his mind occupied.
It was her.
The girl he had bumped into earlier.
He had expected his usual reaction—disgust, irritation, the urge to walk away as fast as possible. But with her, it was different. There was something about the way her brown eyes had flared in anger, the way she had stood up to him without hesitation. Her voice still echoed in his mind, her frustration, her challenge. It was strange—he didn’t even like talking to girls. He avoided them at all costs. But why couldn’t he stop thinking about her?
Kevin frowned, turning onto his side. His mind refused to let go of the encounter. He replayed the moment over and over—the collision, her indignation, the way she had looked at him like she expected him to be a better person.
Why did that bother him so much?
His past had shaped him into someone cold, distant. Girls were just another category of people he had learned to ignore. But Krishi… she had forced him to acknowledge her existence, even if just for a moment. And that moment had stuck in his head, refusing to fade away.
For the first time in years, he wasn’t drowning in the memories of his childhood trauma before sleep. The accident that had scarred him, haunted him every night, seemed distant for once.
For the first time in years, Kevin Oberoi slept peacefully.
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