The morning was already ruined.
The sun didn’t even bother shining properly, and Tara was standing outside her house, staring at her Scooty like it was her enemy.
“Start… please start… please,” she begged, pressing the electric start button.
The Scooty coughed like an 80-year-old man.
Then died.
Tara was literally frustrated.
“Superb. Lovely. What a beautiful way to begin my final year B.Tech morning.”
She checked her phone.
8:23 AM.
She had a presentation at 9:00.
“My life is a comedy show.”
Finally, after hitting the Scooty lightly (okay fine—aggressively), it started.
“YESSS! I love you!” she shouted, kissing the handle.
Tara started driving fast.
Wind blowing through her hair.
Earphones playing her favorite song.
Her mood slowly getting better.
Until
At the same exact moment…
A black luxury car, smooth as silk, entered the road.
Inside it sat Nandan Shikavanth, CEO of the world-famous Shikavanth Dynasty.
Calm face.
Sharp jawline.
Perfect hair.
Black suit.
Blue Cold eyes.
He looked like a man who didn’t have time for emotions.
Or people.
Or anything that wasn’t money or business.
He usually never drove himself, but today… he wanted silence.
Alone time.
He was thinking about an investment strategy when suddenly—
A Scooty flew into view.
Nandan pressed the brake.
Tara screamed.
And—
CRASH!!
The Scooty hit the front of his car.
Tara fell, on the road, and lay there like a broken samosa.
For three whole seconds, the world went silent.
Tara blinked.
“Am I dead?” she whispered.
She slowly turned her head and saw the windshield in front of her.
“Oh no. No no no— PLEASE tell me I did NOT hit a luxury car!”
The car door opened.
A tall figure stepped out.
Tara was in fear.
“Oh God. He is handsome ? Tara what the hell are you thinking .”
Nandan stood in front of her, hands in his pockets.
Expression neutral.
Eyes unreadable.
“You hit my car,” he said.
His voice was deep. Smooth. Expensive.
Like coffee served only in 7-star hotels.
Tara sat up slowly.
“No. YOUR car hit ME.”
“You came in the wrong lane.”
“YOUR lane is wrong! Your face is wrong! Your entire ego is wrong!”
Nandan raised one eyebrow.
“You’re yelling at me?” he asked in frustration because he should go to meeting .
Because of you you came in wrong route and if I died who is responsible aa say
“Oh my god I HATE rich people!”
Tara stood and dusted of her clothes.
Nandan looked at the dent on the car.
She looked too.
She gasped.
“Oh no. Oh god. Oh god. This car is so expensive. I’m dead. I’m finished. I’ll have to sell my kidney.”
“You have two,” Nandan said.
She glared. “ARE YOU JOKING WITH ME!?”I Didn't do anything that's your fault ok.
Nandan stared at her for a long second.
Then…
A small smirk appeared on his face.
Soft.
Slow.
Dangerous.
Tara blinked.
“Is he… smiling? AT A TIME LIKE THIS!?”
“Don't worry about the car,” Nandan said.
“What?”Why should I worry aa.
Tara gasped loudly.
“EXCUSE ME!?”
Nandan just stepped back, letting her go.
Tara sat back on her Scooty.
She started it aggressively and sped away.
But halfway down the road…
she turned her head slightly and saw—
He also went to his office .
She drove faster in frustration
Nandan in his office thinking about her . suddenly realizes that why I am thinking about her.
He could not even concentrate on meeting and left
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The Two World's Collide
Romansait is a story about the Tara who is student and later works at office of Nandan Shekhavat Nandan is billionaire and also who is handsome intelligent and very talented . Tara is also a beautiful girl and also had intelligence unfortunately they Mary...
