Here is the prologue of the story, i hope you would love it!

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Aadhya’s POV

I have always carried a quiet belief in my heart when it comes to love.

Ever since I was very young, maybe around eight or nine, I had already decided that one day I would marry someone like Shiv ji.

Yes, I love my Krishna ji dearly, but when it comes to love, I have always dreamed of a story like Shiv and Parvati.

A love that is eternal.

I believe in forever… or never.

I have never really shown much interest in people outside my small circle. Kiara has always been my best friend, and apart from her, I hardly paid attention to anyone else,let alone a boy.

I was always busy minding my own business, living with the innocent belief that,

“Krishna ji must have already found my Shiv ji for me.”

And then, somewhere between my slightly delusional dreams and quiet little world, I stepped into Class 8, where sections were shuffled and life decided to introduce me to Myra.

Before Class 8, I was a complete introvert. I rarely talked to anyone and mostly focused on my studies. Kiara and I were toppers back then, the kind of students teachers loved to praise in front of the entire class.

But then Myra Ranawat entered our lives.

Myra was the complete opposite of us, an absolute extrovert. Loud, cheerful, fearless, and impossible to ignore. Being around her slowly changed Kiara and me too.

Our academic perfection?

Well… it fell down like someone jumping out of an aeroplane without a parachute.

And just like that, the three of us became the center of our teachers’ attention—though not always for the right reasons.

But along with Myra came someone else into my life.

Shivansh Ranawat.

Myra’s elder brother.

And also my brother’s best friend.

The first time our eyes met was completely accidental. Myra was introducing us, speaking excitedly as always, but I barely heard her words.

Because the moment my eyes met his… something shifted inside me.

I remember that moment so clearly.

For a second, the world felt strangely quiet. My heart skipped a beat in a way it never had before. His eyes held a calm intensity, and there was something about the way he carried himself, disciplined, composed, almost distant.

And in that very moment, a thought crossed my mind so suddenly that it startled even me.

He feels like my Shiv ji.

It was ridiculous.

Embarrassing.

And completely confusing.

Yet every time I saw him after that, I felt the same strange spark, something warm and restless blooming quietly inside my chest.

A feeling I couldn’t quite understand.

A feeling I couldn’t even name.

For the longest time, I remained confused about what exactly this feeling was.

Until one day…

Myra confirmed it.

Apparently, the way my eyes followed him everywhere wasn’t exactly subtle.

The way I suddenly became quiet whenever he entered the room wasn’t subtle either.

And the way my friends started teasing me every single time he was around?

That definitely wasn’t subtle.

“Dekho dekho… Shiv ji aa gaye.”

“Arre Aadhya, seedha khadi ho ja… tera Shiv aa gaya.”

I used to glare at them, pretending to be annoyed, but deep inside… my heart would always betray me.

Because the truth was, somewhere along the way, I had already accepted it.

Accepted him.

From that moment onwards, without even realizing it, I had practically devoted myself to him.

Not in a dramatic, loud way.

But quietly.

Silently.

Like a prayer whispered only to the universe.

Every time I saw him, that same feeling returned—the strange warmth, the nervous flutter, the unexplainable calm.

And before I even realized it…

Three years passed.

Three years of stolen glances.

Three years of my friends teasing me endlessly.

Three years of silently loving the same boy.

And now…

We were about to step into Class 11.

Maybe life was finally about to change.

Or maybe…

My Shiv ji was finally going to notice me.

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I hope you're loving ittt!!! Let's meet in the first chapter!!💋

~Anniexdeewani!!