Aarohi
It had been two days.
And yet, that one glimpse hadn’t left her.
She had told herself it was nothing — maybe just a trick of light, or a face too familiar from memory, not reality.
But something about that moment on the road — the way he stood, the way the air had stilled — refused to fade.
And now, she didn’t have time to dwell on it.
The event at The Blue Fern was three days away.
Everything — the guest list, the installations, the mood board, the media — was scattered like glitter before a storm.
Aarohi clipped on her ID and entered the venue.
The Blue Fern lived up to its reputation — elegant, artistic, the kind of place where chandeliers whispered stories and even silence felt expensive. But today, it was chaos.
“Ma’am, the welcome backdrop hasn’t arrived—”
“We need to finalize the celebrity panel—”
“Who approved these flowers? This isn’t peach blush—”
Aarohi didn’t flinch.
“Backdrop arrives by 3. Use the backup frame till then.”
“Celebrity panel’s my call — no change until further notice.”
“And change the flowers. I said peach blush, not faded coral.”
Her voice was steady. Her eyes, not so much.
Even while she handled the mess, her thoughts wandered.
What if it was him?
Why now?
And why… like that?
She was pulled back by a voice — calm, casual, and far too familiar.
“Aarohi?”
She turned.
Vivaan.
“There’s a seating issue. The royal family guest is bringing someone. Need your fix.”
“Of course,” she said, exhaling. “Let’s go.”
As they walked through the hallway lined with velvet curtains, he looked at her for a second too long.
“You okay? You’ve been a little… distracted.”
“I’m fine,” she replied too quickly. “Just… a lot to handle.”
Vivaan didn’t push. He never did.
“Well, The Blue Fern is yours for the next three days,” he smiled. “Let’s make sure we don’t burn it down.”
She nodded, a small laugh escaping her lips.
Yes. The event came first.
Everything else — that glimpse, that ache, that almost-memory — would have to wait.
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The chandeliers at The Blue Fern glittered like a sky full of secrets.
Everything — from the stage lights to the centerpiece flowers — had finally come together. After weeks of endless planning, decisions, and revisions, the grand hall looked nothing short of magic.
And Aarohi — looked like the final touch to the canvas she had painted.
Wrapped in a deep red silk gown, soft waves brushing her shoulders, a delicate diamond pin tucked behind one ear — she looked every bit the woman who could command a room and still go unnoticed when she wanted to.
But tonight, there was no hiding.
Guests had begun to arrive. The PR team fluttered around, photographers positioned themselves, and soft jazz hummed in the background.
Somewhere near the side entrance, her family had just arrived.
“Beta, you look beautiful,” her mother whispered, kissing her cheek lightly. “Just like your nani in red.”
Aarohi smiled, but her eyes kept scanning the room.
She didn’t know what — or who — she was looking for.
But her heartbeat had a rhythm that suggested… something was near.
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A few feet away, Aarav stepped out of his car.
Vivaan was already waiting. “Fashionably late, as usual,” he smirked.
Aarav didn’t answer, just adjusted his cufflinks and walked in.
He didn’t know why, but the air inside felt… heavier.
Familiar. Intriguing.
(Author)
And yet —
He didn’t know her.
She didn’t know him.
Two people, in the same space.
Unaware. Unconnected.
But how long could the universe keep it that way?
Would they ever meet?
Or keep orbiting around each other, just missing every time?
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