The day always begins with him not with an alarm, but with the kind of quiet confidence that wakes before the sun.

He runs a hand through his messy hair, the early light slipping across his sharp jawline like it’s greeting its favourite person.He doesn’t rush. He never rushes.

His mornings move at their own pace~calm, deliberate, almost cinematic.

>The shower switches on, steam filling the space.

Water slides over his shoulders, tracing the lines of a body carved more by discipline than vanity.

Broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and a back that looks like it was designed by someone who clearly understood the assignment.

He’s not the loud, gym-obsessed type.

He’s the effortless kind ,the kind whose presence is strong without trying, whose physique speaks without speaking.

As he tilts his head back under the water, droplets cling to his eyelashes before falling down the curve of his cheek.

Everything about him is clean, steady, composed…

The type of man you don’t just look at you observe.

After the shower, he ties his watch around his wrist, buttoning his shirt one slow fold at a time.

Crisp collar, sleeves rolled just enough to reveal veins that shouldn’t look that attractive but absolutely do.

There is something dangerously calm about him...

the kind of quiet masculinity that makes women think, If he walked into my life, I wouldn’t stand a chance.

He sips his coffee.

A man built of discipline.

A man wrapped in mystery.

A man who without effort becomes every girl’s favourite mistake 😉....

He picks up his keys from the marble counter simple gesture, dangerous impact.

The moment he steps out of his penthouse, the world seems to pause for a breath.

The elevator doors slide open, and even in that short ride down, people pretend not to stare…but they do.

Outside, his car waits~a midnight-black Aston Martin Valkyrie, Sharp edges, quiet power, a price no one can can ask because they know...they can't afford it.

He slips into the driver’s seat with the kind of ease that belongs to a man born to rule something.

When he drives through the city, heads turn.

Girls on the sidewalk stop mid-conversation.

Some smile, some whisper, some just stare like they’re looking at a living, breathing fantasy.

By the time he steps out of his car in front of Aurelius Dynamics, the effect is instant.

Every single girl in the building feels it—the shift.

Their voices drop to soft, excited whispers, eyes following him even when they pretend they’re not looking.

“Oh my god, he’s so unreal…”

“Did you see his jawline today?”

“I swear, if he ever looks at me once—just once—my whole life will change.”

“How can a somone look like that?”

But he walks through them like their words don’t even reach his world.

Not because he’s rude.

Not because he thinks he’s above anyone.

But because love broke him once—

and her name was Shreya.[his Ex]

>He gave her everything.

>His trust. His softness. His heart that wasn’t made for sharing.And when she left, something inside him closed permanently.

So now, no matter how many girls admire him,no matter how many hearts trip over themselves when he enters the room,he keeps that part of himself locked away.

>Love isn’t something he believes in anymore.

Mornings with Aahana don’t explode with drama.

They rise gently like the first light slipping through curtains, touching her face before she even opens her eyes.

>She wakes up slow, stretching like someone who still believes life might surprise her in good ways.Her hair is a soft mess, the kind that falls perfectly without trying, and her eyes hold that quiet glow only girls with big hearts carry.

She walks to the bathroom with sleep still clinging to her voice.

The warm shower fogs the mirror, and droplets trail across her collarbone, tracing the soft curves of a girl who is delicate but never weak.

Her beauty isn’t loud; it’s the kind that feels like a secret~the kind that stays with people long after she’s gone.

She does her makeup with a gentle hand :)

a little concealer, a hint of blush, a soft lip tint.

Nothing dramatic.

Nothing heavy.

Just enough to highlight what was already naturally captivating.

Her outfit is simple but speaks quietly of her style~

comfortable jeans, a fitted top, maybe a cardigan she swears she doesn’t overuse (but definitely does).

>Her phone buzzes with a message from her best friend, Riya:

“I’m waiting outside. Don’t make me late again!”

Aahana laughs to herself, grabs her tote bag, and rushes downstairs.

Riya is already honking, pretending to be annoyed, but the smile on her face gives her away.

>The two of them start their daily chaos—

music playing too loud, both singing off-key, arguing over which café has the best iced coffee.

By the time they reach college, Ahana’s energy has settled into that warm, soft aura she naturally carries.

People notice her not because she is the loudest or the most glamorous but because something about her feels… calming.

Comforting.

Like a story waiting to unfold.

She doesn’t know it yet.

But her path is already inching closer to someone she’s destined to change and be changed by.

For now, she is just Aahana:

a girl with quiet dreams, soft strength, and a heart that still believes in love…unlike someone else across the city who has long forgotten how it feels.

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~End of the chapter~

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