Magical encounter...

The night had stretched for longer than any of them head planned. What began as a simple celebration turned into a blur of laughter, loud music and endless glasses raised in the dim glow of a bar. By the time they were done, down had already brushed the edges of the city with pale light. And somewhere between 4 and 5 in the morning Yashvardhan finally stumbled back into his apartment.

He barely managed to toe off his shoes before collapsing into his bed. Sleep claimed him so quickly, he didn't even remember closing his eyes.

Hours later, when he finally woke up, he had no idea how long he'd been asleep. Darkness stretched across his room through the window, and his head felt unbearably heavy . With slow, dragging steps, he walked to the bathroom and splashed cold water onto his aching mind. His thoughts were foggy, drifting, refusing to align.

After freshening up, he prepared a simple hangover soup in the kitchen and drink it while checking his business massages and emails. There was work waiting for his attention, the next day - meetings, calls, schedules - and as he reviewed them all, he unknowingly passed the entire evening in that quiet, numbing rhythm.

Later, Yashvardhan slept early, and when his alarm rang at six in the morning, he woke with a clearer mind. A full hour of workout followed. Then a healthy breakfast of juice and toast. He, showered, stepped into his walk-in closet, and chose what he considered "casual" a navy - blue suit, a white shirt with two top buttons left open, cuff links, a leather watch, and polished black shoes. He ran his fingers through his hair not bothering with precision. Even with that effortless touch, he looked strikingly handsome.

With his laptop bag in one hand and his phone in his pocket, he stepped out and entered the elevator. He was about to press the button to close the door when a soft voice called out - a voice he didn't recognize.

He froze...

He wasn't used unexpected sounds in the quite hallway. But then he remembered: he wasn't the only resident on this floor.

Curiosity pulled his guess toward the source of the sound and At that moment, his world paused.

A girl around 24, walked toward him. She wore a white saree with delicate red flower Prints. The fabric floated around her like captured moonlight touched with sunrise. Her hair was tied in a messy bun, a few loses strands brushing her cheeks. A small black bindi rested gently on her forehead. Red churi paired with golden bangles on her wrists, and a tiny nose ring glimmered when stepped closer.

She held a purse and a phone in her hands and as she entered the elevator, she come to stand right beside Yashvardhan.

In the brief seconds it took her to reach him, Yashvardhan felt something shift inside him. He couldn't look away. It wasn't her beauty - though she was undeniably beautiful with her brown skin - it was something else. A softness. Quite A grace. A delicate calmness that wrapped around him like a whisper.

She looked up at him for a second. A small smile touched her lips - gentle, effortless, and worm enough to melt The frozen air between them.

She said softly:" thank you"....

Her voice......her voice felt like silk brushing lightly against his senses. It lingered inside him long after the word faded.

The elevator descended silently. From the fifth floor to the first floor, he didn't move, didn't think, didn't breathe properly. He was lost - but not the kind of lost that frightened him. This felt..... magical. Like stumbling into a moment that wasn't meant to be forgotten.

When they reached the first floor, she walked out first, calm and graceful, and got into an auto - rickshaw. She didn't look back.

Yashvardhan left to, drove to his office, sat in his cabin - and realized he remembered nothing from the drive. Nothing, except her.

He ran a hand through his hair and muttered under his breath,

Yashvardhan: " what kind of man am I? I met her once. And I didn't even ask har name.....

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