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It was 9:30 p.m. in the USA.

In her cozy little room, Prisha Singhania sat cross-legged on her bed, dressed in her favorite oversized t-shirt and pajamas. Her hair was tied up in a messy bun, a few strands falling onto her forehead as she scribbled in her diary.

Dear Diary,

You know... something strange happened today.

Something... unexpected.

Something I never imagined would stir something inside me. That guy-his eyes, his presence, his personality-everything about him pulled me in. For the first time, I felt... attracted to someone. I don't know his name, but his eyes... God, those eyes. I don't think I'll ever forget them. It felt like they held so much pain, so many questions, maybe even a thousand complications.

I wish I could've said something. I wish I had the courage to talk to him. But you know your Prisha-always the smartest except when it comes to matters of the heart.

Anyway, forget it. What's the point? It's not like I'll ever bump into him again...

She shut the diary softly and tucked it into her bag, sighing deeply before losing herself once again in thoughts of those mysterious eyes. There was something in them... something haunting, something honest, something that lingered far longer than it should have.

And just as she was drowning in that memory, her phone rang.

She glanced at the screen and a small smile tugged at the corners of her lips. She picked up the call, already teasing-

"Hello bhai! How are you? And wow, you remembered you have a sister so soon?"

On the other side of the call, her elder brother, Vikrant Singhania, chuckled lightly. The only heir of the Singhania Group of Industries, he was always the poised and composed one, but with Prisha, he melted into a warm puddle of affection.

"Hey, I'm really sorry," he said in a soft, apologetic tone. "When you called earlier, I was stuck in a meeting. Didn't mean to ignore you, okay?"

"Huh, yeah right," she huffed dramatically. "Just like everyone else, you don't remember me either. And now you're trying to lie your way out of it."

"Acha bacchi, if I don't remember you, then who else would I remember, huh?"

Prisha's voice lost a bit of its playfulness as she exhaled. "Maybe no one. It's not like I'm anyone special. Your mom and sister don't even like me. And dad... he's never accepted me as his daughter. I've always been nothing more than a burden to him. Or maybe... maybe I'm just the punishment for a mistake."

Vikrant's heart ached hearing the familiar pain in her voice. "Prisha... beta... I'm here, na? Your brother. Isn't that enough?"

"I know, bhai," she murmured. "But that doesn't mean I'm not angry with you. You didn't even answer my calls."

He smiled, knowing exactly how to cheer her up. "Okay okay, so what does my little teddy bear want now? Chole Bhature? Or are you planning to sulk the whole night?"

Her pout was almost audible through the phone. "Hmm... Chole Bhature sounds tempting. Okay, fine. You're forgiven. Order it quickly though! You know how hard it is to find good Indian food here!"

"I know," he chuckled, "but I did find a place last time, remember? Same place. Already placed the order."

Prisha grinned. "Good. Now we're talking."

But then his tone changed-more serious now, more measured.

"Prisha... I need to talk to you about something important."

"Go ahead, bhai. What's wrong?"

There was a brief pause.

"Dad wants you to come back to India. He's found someone for you. A boy. He wants you to consider marriage."

Her smile vanished. Her heart sank.

"What?" she breathed, stunned. "Bhai, you're joking, right? Suddenly Dad remembers he has a daughter and wants to marry her off? Just like that?" And if he really want to marry his daughter then go ahead with his elder daughter naina dii why me.??

"I know it sounds sudden," Vikrant said, trying to remain calm, "but the boy's a good guy. His name is Raunak Malhotra. Apparently, he was your college senior and told Dad he likes you... and wants to marry you."

Prisha's voice sharpened. "And you just stood there quietly while all this happened? Bhai, I don't want to marry anyone. Not now. Raunak? He was just a senior. I don't even like him."

"I understand," Vikrant said gently, "but listen to me. Come back to India. Just meet him once. If you still feel the same way, I promise-I won't let this marriage happen. But at least do this for Dad. He'll feel like you respected his wishes."

"Oh, of course!" she snapped, bitterly. "Your dad, right? So obviously you'll do what he wants. And suddenly it suits him to remember his illegitimate daughter when there's some kind of benefit involved!"

"Prisha, enough!" Vikrant's voice rose slightly. "How many times have I told you not to say that about yourself?"

"But it's the truth, bhai," she said quietly, brokenly. "Some truths... no one can change."

And before he could respond, she hung up.

"Hello? Prisha? Hello?"

But all he got was silence...

Vikrant stared at the screen, her name still glowing faintly against the dark display, a lump rising in his throat.

This wasn't going to be easy.

And he knew it was only the beginning...

The call had ended, but Prisha's inner storm had just begun.

She stared at her phone screen, the emptiness in her eyes reflecting the chaos swirling inside her chest. Her lips quivered, her heart thudded violently, and then-everything fell apart. Tears started streaming down her cheeks, slow at first, then uncontrollable-like the dam she'd held up for years had finally burst.

"I knew it..." she whispered between sobs. "If Dad remembered me... it had to be for something terrible."Her voice trembled as she hugged her pillow tightly, trying to keep herself from falling apart even more."What could be worse than this? That he wants to get me married-for his own benefit. He wants to ruin my life..."

She clenched her fists, her nails digging into her skin as the name slipped out of her mouth with venom."Raunak Malhotra..." she spat. "That disgusting man. I hate him. His filthy eyes, the way he used to look at me in college... I hate him!" Her chest rose and fell in erratic breaths, tears soaking her cheeks as her mind spiraled deeper into pain.

"But Prisha... why are you so shocked?" she whispered to herself. "Dad never cared about you anyway... He's only ever seen Vikrant bhai and Naina di.

And me? I've never even existed in his world." Her sobs grew louder, echoing through the empty room, echoing into her soul. "Bhai was the only one who ever stood by me," she whispered brokenly. "And now... even he... even he wants me to get married? Really?"

She covered her face with her hands and let out a cry that came straight from her core-a mix of betrayal, heartbreak, and helplessness.

"No... no! I won't do it! I won't marry him at any cost! I don't care what anyone says!" But even her own voice lacked conviction now. Because beneath the anger was a deeper pain-a fear she had buried for too long.

A fear of being alone.

A fear of not being chosen.

A fear that no one, not even her own blood, would ever truly fight for her.

She clutched the pillow tighter, her sobs becoming more desperate, more frantic.

"Maybe..." she gasped, "maybe it's better if I just step in front of a car and end it all... That would be easier than living like this..." Her voice faded into a broken whisper. And finally, the tears began to slow-not because she felt any better, but because she had cried herself to the edge of exhaustion. Trembling, Prisha hugged her pillow close to her chest like it was the only warmth she had in the world. Her eyes, swollen and red, gently closed-her breath still shaky, her heart still heavy.

And then... she drifted off to sleep.

Curled into herself like a small, forgotten puppet.

Silent.

Shaken.

Alone.

Wrapped in her own arms, as if trying to protect herself from a world that never had.

On the other side of the world, far away from Prisha's tear-stained pillow and restless sleep, it was still night in the USA-but in an entirely different way.

Shivansh Raichand, the elder and most responsible son of the prestigious Raichand family, stood tall near the floor-to-ceiling glass window of his luxury penthouse. The city skyline blinked with golden lights below, but his gaze wasn't on the world beneath.

It was on the moon. A half-full moon hung lazily in the sky, casting a soft silver glow that lit the edges of his sharp jawline and the rim of his whiskey glass. The deep burgundy wine swirled in slow circles, much like the storm inside him.

Because tonight... he wasn't himself.

Tonight, he was thinking about her.

That mysterious girl.

The one he had bumped into, quite literally, around 6 p.m. earlier that evening. It was supposed to be just another day. He was on an important business call, walking briskly toward his car, lost in numbers, deals, deadlines... when she collided into him. Her face was covered with a scarf-elegantly, but completely. He never even saw her face.

But her eyes-God, her eyes. For a brief second, they locked. And that second... it shook something inside Shivansh Raichand he didn't even know existed.

The storm that burst inside him wasn't loud-but it was undeniable. His body froze, his voice faltered on the call, and for that fraction of a moment... it felt like the world stood still.

But she didn't.

The girl stumbled, steadied herself quickly, and ran off-without a word. Without a second glance.

And Shivansh?

He stood rooted, speechless. Paralyzed by a heartbeat that didn't feel like his own anymore. His hand tightened slightly around the glass as he sighed, his mind replaying that brief, electric touch."That wasn't normal," he whispered to himself. "What the hell happened to you, Shivansh?"

He closed his eyes, leaning slightly on the cold glass of the window.

"Who was she?"

He had no name, no clue. Nothing except a fleeting moment that now refused to leave his chest.

"She came like a breeze... and left like a thunderstorm." A soft chuckle escaped his lips-self-mocking, low.

"But what do I even do with the storm she left inside me?"And then... the whisper.

"ROSEHEART."

The word left his lips without warning, barely audible-but drenched in something warm and strange. He shook his head with a faint, crooked smile.

"Did I just... give her a nickname?" he muttered. "Really, Shivansh? Roseheart? What the hell is wrong with you?" He turned away from the window, walking slowly across the room, running his hand through his dark hair. "I don't even know if I'll ever see her again... and yet, look at me. Giving her names. Thinking about her eyes like some lost poet." But even as he tried to laugh it off, something deep inside him refused to let go."Still... if this is what it is... then I guess I'll just have to find her."He paused. The decision was now made. No turning back."My Roseheart..." he whispered, "wait for me. I'll find you. Very soon."

But first, business.

He pulled out his phone, already back in control mode, the CEO persona replacing the dreamy lover within seconds. "Schedule tomorrow evening's meeting at Sunshine Club," he said sharply into the phone. "Yes. 6 p.m. Make it happen."

Without waiting for confirmation, he disconnected the call, tossed the phone on the couch, and took a final sip of his drink. The fire in his chest had only just begun. And somewhere, beneath the same moon, a girl he'd never seen... had already changed everything.

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And now it's just a beginning of their unique story their first meeting create a thunderstorm in his heart and yes definitely something also happened in her heart also but now what she can do about that marriage decision and is he really find his Roseheart- Prisha Singhania the daughter of his biggest enemy and did he feel same after knowing that who's she??....Well there are so many questions in you hearts I know but wait it's just a starting so wait and watch aage aage hota hai kya...😅

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