Morning had arrived quietly...
Soft sunlight filtered through the curtains, slipping gently into the room. The air felt fresh, carrying the delicate fragrance of flowers and trees.
Everything felt calm... peaceful.
She lay on the bed, still asleep, her face relaxed, untouched by the chaos of the world outside.
A soft breeze brushed past, making the curtains sway lightly-
As if the morning itself didn't want to disturb her.
Morning had arrived gently...
Unlike the heavy silence of his world, here everything felt alive.
Soft golden sunlight streamed through the windows, filling the room with warmth. The curtains moved lightly with the breeze, carrying with it the fresh scent of blooming flowers and damp earth.
Outside...
Birds chirped freely, their soft melodies echoing in the calm morning air.
Peaceful. Pure. Real.
She lay asleep on the bed, her face calm, untouched by any darkness.
Slowly...
She stirred.
Her eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the soft light.
For a moment, she just lay there-quiet, breathing in the calmness around her.
Then, gently, she moved.
One foot slipped off the bed...
Touching the floor.
Cold marble.
A soft shiver ran through her, but instead of pulling back, a faint smile touched her lips.
She liked it.
The realness of it.
Moments later...
She stepped outside.
And the world welcomed her.
Green plants surrounded the space, leaves glistening under the sunlight. Flowers of different colors bloomed freely, spreading their delicate fragrance in the air.
Butterflies fluttered around, dancing lightly as if they owned the morning.
And as soon as she stepped out...
They gathered.
Not forced.
Not afraid.
Just drawn to her presence.
She held a small handful of grains in her palm.
Slowly, she extended her hand.
The birds didn't hesitate.
They came closer... one by one... then many at once.
Perching near her.
Trusting her.
She smiled softly, scattering the grains gently.
They chirped louder now-
Not noise.
But happiness.
In a world where everything was calm...
Where even silence felt warm...
She stood there-
A part of it.
As if she belonged to light itself.
She stepped into the shower...
Warm water cascading gently over her skin, washing away the quiet traces of sleep. The soft scent of lavender filled the air, calming, delicate... almost like a quiet embrace.
She closed her eyes for a moment-
Letting herself feel it.
Peace.
Moments later, she stepped out...
Fresh. Light. Glowing.
Droplets of water still clung to her skin as she wrapped herself softly and walked back into her room. The morning light touched her face, making everything feel even more serene.
She got ready simply...
No rush. No chaos.
Just calm.
A few minutes later...
She walked towards the small temple in her home.🛕✨️
Her steps slowed automatically.
Gentle. Respectful.
A soft smile appeared on her lips as her eyes fell on him-
Krishna.
"Her Govind"
"Her best friend"
She sat down quietly in front of the idol, folding her hands for a moment before leaning slightly closer.
"Good morning, Govind..." she whispered softly.
Her voice wasn't formal.
It was warm.
Familiar.
Like she was talking to someone who truly listened.
She carefully removed the flowers from yesterday...
Replacing them with fresh ones.
Soft petals. New fragrance.
Everything done with so much care... like it wasn't a ritual-
But love.
She adjusted his clothes gently, making sure everything was perfect. Her fingers moved slowly, almost afraid to disturb the peace around her.
A small diya flickered beside him.
The soft glow lighting up her face.
For a moment...
She just sat there.
Looking at him.
Smiling faintly.
In his world, there was power.
In hers...
There was peace.
She sat there quietly...
Eyes fixed on him.
A soft smile still resting on her lips.
"Govind..." she whispered again, tilting her head slightly,
"aaj kuch alag sa feel ho raha hai."
A pause.
As if she was waiting for an answer.
"Jaise... kuch badalne wala ho."
Her fingers absentmindedly played with the petals in her lap.
"I don't know why... but I feel like someone is coming."
She let out a small, breathy laugh.
"Strange, right?"
A gentle breeze passed through the window, making the diya flicker softly.
The bells chimed lightly.
And for a moment...
Everything felt... connected.
She closed her eyes slowly, folding her hands.
Peace settling within her.
A calmness that didn't need words.
Harshita.
That was her name.
Soft... just like her world.
Full of light... just like her soul.
At the same time...
In another part of the city-
A man sat in silence.
His eyes fixed on darkness with a hint of light.
Unaware...
That the girl who created that light-
Was already thinking about him.
Two different worlds.
Two different souls.
One made of darkness...
One made of light.
And somewhere, between faith and emptiness...
Their paths had already begun to cross.👀✨️
She opened her eyes slowly...
The calmness still resting within her.
A faint smile touched her lips as she looked at him one last time.
"Okay, Govind... I'm going now," she whispered softly, almost like a promise.
A few moments later...
She stepped out of her home.
The sunlight greeted her warmly.
The same birds still chirping, the same soft breeze following her... as if the world itself walked with her.
Her art gallery wasn't grand.
Not like the places built with money and power.
But it was beautiful.
Alive.
Every corner held a story.
Paintings lined the walls-some bright, full of colors... some deep, carrying emotions that words couldn't explain.
It wasn't just a gallery.
It was her world.
She stepped inside, her fingers lightly brushing against one of the canvases.
A small smile appeared.
This...
Was where she truly belonged.
"Good morning, ma'am," one of the staff greeted politely.
She nodded softly. "Good morning."
Her eyes moved around the space, checking everything like she always did.
Perfect.
Calm.
Just the way she liked it.
She stopped in front of one empty spot on the wall.
Her gaze lingered there for a moment.
A painting that once hung there...
Was gone.
Meanwhile...
In another world-
That same painting stood against a dark wall.
Watched by a man who didn't understand why he couldn't look away.
Two places.
One painting.
And a connection...
Neither of them could see yet.
Her gaze lingered on the empty space.
A faint confusion crossed her face.
"That painting..." she murmured softly.
"It was here."
"Ma'am," the staff member stepped forward,
"It got sold yesterday."
She blinked slightly. "Sold?"
A pause.
"I don't remember approving it."
"Sir himself came," he replied carefully. "He didn't negotiate... just asked for it. Paid whatever price we said."
Something about that didn't sit right.
Not wrong...
Just unusual.
"Did he say anything?" she asked.
The man hesitated for a second.
"Nothing much... he just kept looking at it."
Her fingers lightly traced the edge of the empty wall.
As if trying to feel something that was no longer there.
"That painting..." she whispered under her breath,
"It wasn't just a piece."
She stepped back slowly.
A strange feeling settling inside her.
Like something had shifted...
Without her knowing.
"Do you have his details?" she asked, her voice still calm.
The staff nodded. "Yes, ma'am. I'll send them to you."
She didn't say anything after that.
Just nodded.
But her mind wasn't at peace anymore.
At the same time...
Miles away-
Abeer sat in silence.
His eyes still fixed on that same painting.
Unaware...
That the girl who created it-
Had just noticed its absence.
And somewhere between curiosity and fate...
A connection had already begun.
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