Two strangers meet in London - unaware that destiny is quietly stitching their past and present together.
He hasn't loved anyone for twelve years.
She hasn't let anyone close.
But the moment their eyes meet, something forgotten begins to breathe aga...
Hi everyone!! It's the first chapter of my book. I hope you'll all love it.
I just wanna say one thing. PLEASE KEEP PATIENCE WITH ME. It's my first book so, going to be errors, late updates even less surprises too! But not promising just telling- at the end of the book-you were already in love with my characters.
In starting- Sometimes it's going to be very late updates as blockagekokuchpyaar hai mujhseaur alas semujhepyar hai toh!! That's why!!
But don't worry about the updates I'll make schedule and make 100% sure of it kiaap logo ke time pe Mile isiliye Mainekuch 4-5 chapters draft mein likhe hue hai basunhe polish karna hai.
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London’s weather felt alive... moody, unpredictable, and always changing. Mornings came wrapped in silver mist, hiding tall buildings and old bridges like secrets. By afternoon, sunlight appeared for a moment, only to vanish behind drifting clouds. Rain fell suddenly, turning streets into shiny mirrors, reflecting red buses and rushing people. The city lived, but for him, it only echoed emptiness.
The skyline told a story of old and new. Stone towers from the past stood beside modern glass buildings that touched the sky. The Shard sparkled like frozen fire, the Gherkin curved like art, and along the Thames, the city shone in silver and steel.
Among these giants stood The Orion Tower... bold, twisting upward like a dark flame. At night, blue and gold lights ran along its black glass, crowning it like London’s jewel. It belonged to Orion Enterprises... one of the most powerful companies in the world, No. 1 Company in the London, ruled by a man everyone feared, respected, and whispered about.
On the top floor sat Mr. Mehra Oberoi... a man who hadn’t slept all night. His presence filled the room like cold wind. Sharp jawline, high cheekbones, and eyes that once held fire now carried storms. Hazel eyes, cold at first glance, but deep with emotions if anyone dared to look closer. Dark circles told of sleepless nights.
