The Beginning
some people are born to stay grounded, Some are born to fly.
In a city that never truly slept, where glass buildings reflected ancient temples and tradition walked beside modern ambition without ever touching it, two children were born under the same moon, at the different hour, in different corners of the world.
yet destiny noticed them both.
They were born into families that did not match their souls. Raised in homes where expectations were already written long before their first steps, they grew up surrounded by comfort, rules, freedom, and belief systems that quietly shaped their lives.
One would grow up choosing freedom in a house bound by tradition.
They did not know each other.
They had never met.
But destiny had already begun its slow and patient work.
The Male Lead
His name is Krishnaveer Malhotra. An old fashioned name chosen by his grandfather who believed that names carried purpose and responsibility. Over time, the world shortened it to Krish. It sounded easier, lighter, more modern. But Krishnaveer carried the weight of his full name in silence.
He lived in a modern house with glass walls, imported furniture, and quiet luxury. Conversations at the dinning table often happened in English, mixed with laughter and casual opinions about life. His family believed in enjoying life, celebrating freedom, and living without unnecessary restrictions.
Rules in that house were flexible.
Choices were encouraged.
Nobody cares if you are following rules and regulations.
Life was meant to be experienced fully.
yet every morning, before the city woke up, Krishnaveer followed a routine no one had ever forced upon him.
While alarms stayed silent and night faded slowly into dawn, he woke up before sunrise. He sat cross legged on the cold marble floor of his room, eyes closed, back straight, breathing steady. A small incense stick burned quietly nearby, smoke rising slowly into the still air.
This was his peace.
He followed rules not because anyone demanded it, but because anyone demanded it, but because discipline calmed something restless inside him. they were stability. they gave his thoughts structure and his emotions balance.
He did not drink.
He did not party.
He did not chase attention or noise.
People around him often misunderstood him. They called him rigid, boring, or outdated. Some laughed at his habits. Others questioned why a boy raised with so much freedom would choose such restraint.
They never saw the quiet strength behind his silence.
They never noticed the fire controlled by devotion and patience.
Krishnaveer lived in a modern world, but his soul remained deeply rooted in tradition.
He was an anchor in a sea that celebrated drift.
The Female Lead
Her birth name is Radhika Raichand.
A name spoken with respect in a family where traditions were followed without question. Her house smelled of incense, old books, and stories passed down through generations. Rules were spoken gently but firmly, often wrapped in prayers and expectations.
In her family, customers came before comfort.
Responsibilities came before desire.
Questions were often answered before they were asked.
But Radhika refused to live inside a life written for her before she understood it.
So she renamed herself Rahi.
Short. Simple. Modern.
A name that felt lighter on her tongue and closer to her spirit.
Rahi loved music, movement, and moments that felt alive. She danced where others folded their hands. she danced where others folded their hands.
She laughed loudly where silence was expected. Her clothes spoke a language her family did not approve of, and her choices often challenged everything she was taught.
tradition felt heavy to her.
Freedom felt natural.
She chased experiences, not approval. She believed happiness lived in moments, not rituals. Life, to her, was meant to be felt deeply, even if it meant making mistakes along the way.
Her family called her careless.
some called her disrespectful.
Others believed she was lost.
They never noticed how fiercely she protected her right to choose. They never saw how deeply she feared becoming a version of herself she could not recognize.
Born into a traditional family, Rahi chose flight.
Somewhere in the city, an anchor stood firm. Somewhere else, a pair of wings beat against invisible boundaries.
They did not know each other yet. they did not know how close their paths were.
But the families that shaped them, the beliefs that raised them, and the worlds they belonged to were already preparing the ground for a collision that would change everything.
The next chapter steps inside those families, revealing the voices, rules, and expectations that will soon test both the anchor and the wings.