Destined To Love You

CH 1

Third-Person POV

Nine years had passed.

Nine years since that humiliating confession.

Nine years since Sayra Dixit had sworn to never love again.

The timid, hopelessly romantic sixteen-year-old girl who had once worn her heart on her sleeve no longer existed. In her place stood a woman who had learned how to guard herself—not cold, not unfeeling, but careful.

Sayra Dixit was now twenty-five, an accomplished interior designer with a reputation for turning spaces into masterpieces. She wasn't just good at what she did—she was exceptional. Clients sought her out, trusting her instinct, her keen eye for detail, and the way she transformed mere walls into homes that told stories.

Her life was structured, filled with the kind of balance she had always craved. Work. Family. Herself.

And love?

That had no place in her world anymore.

The Dixit Family

The Dixits were not a large family, but they were tightly knit.

Her father, Vinay Dixit, a retired professor, had always been her greatest source of wisdom. A quiet man with a sharp mind, he spent most of his days now reading, writing, and occasionally giving guest lectures at universities. He was the kind of father who never forced his children into anything, instead letting them carve their own paths while standing firmly behind them as their greatest support.

Her mother, Priya Dixit, was the heart of their home. A housewife by choice, she had dedicated her life to raising her children with love, warmth, and unwavering strength. She was the kind of woman who made any place feel like home, and despite being gentle, she could hold her ground when it came to her family's well-being.

And then there was Aditya Dixit, her older brother—a highly successful corporate lawyer, known for his sharp intellect and ruthless strategies in the courtroom. But at home, he was just 'Bhai'—the man who had once carried her on his shoulders when she was little, who had protected her from childhood bullies, who still checked on her every time she worked too late.

Despite their busy lives, the Dixits made sure to have dinner together every night. It was an unspoken rule in their house—no matter what, they would always come back to each other.

And Sayra?

She had learned to cherish these moments, knowing that at the end of the day, no matter what storms life threw at her, she had a home to return to.

Over the years, Sayra had transformed.

She was no longer the girl who dreamed of love stories. No longer the girl who believed in grand romantic gestures and destined soulmates.

Not because she had turned bitter—but because she had learned better.

The world wasn't a fairytale, and people weren't always who you thought they were.

She had seen enough to know that love—at least the kind she had once believed in—was nothing but an illusion.

It wasn't that she hated romance. She still appreciated the beauty of it in books, in movies, in other people's lives. She still designed the most breathtaking wedding venues for clients.

But she no longer longed for it in her own life.

Her heart wasn't cold, but it was guarded.

She had built walls—not out of cruelty, but out of necessity.

She had learned that the only person she could truly depend on was herself.