Aarambh Chauhan had stopped believing in beginnings.

For him, life was no longer about what could be ~ it was about what must be done.

Every morning, he woke up before the city did. White walls, steady routines, hospital corridors that smelled of antiseptic and responsibility.

He healed people for a living, yet carried wounds he never allowed anyone to touch.

Love, he believed, was a mistake people made when they trusted too much.

And he had trusted once.

Now, the only laughter that mattered to him belonged to a seven year-old girl who called him Papa ~ not by blood, but by choice.

Tiya was his miracle ~ His reason His carefully guarded world.

Shriya Malhotra believed in rules.

Not because she liked them~ but because she had never known a life without them.

In her world, emotions were controlled, voices were measured, and expectations were inherited.

Generations of lawyers, Judges , Courtrooms.

Her future had been written long before she learned how to question it.

She had never fallen in love.

Not because she didn’t want to ~ but because love was never an option placed in front of her.

Feelings were distractions Discipline was safety.

Two lives , Two beliefs , Two silences

They didn’t meet with destiny’s drama or romantic promises. They met like most real stories begin ~ quietly.

And neither of them knew that the thing they feared the most… was already walking toward them.

Because some stories don’t start with love.

They start with resistance And some love stories don’t rush.

They wait.

Aahista.