When Sparks Met Fire
Location: Chandigarh, India — One of Asia’s Top Universities
The beginning of something unexpected.
She arrived with a heart full of dreams and a suitcase full of books. The golden sun kissed the polished grounds of the most prestigious university in India—Chandigarh's crown jewel.
She stood there, a vision of light.
A white top, tucked neatly into blue bootcut jeans. Her long dark hair fell like soft waves over her shoulders. On her wrist, a simple black watch ticked—sharp against the softness she radiated. Her eyes sparkled with curiosity, and her smile? It could melt the worst kind of day.
Her name was Siyara Banerjee.
From Bengal. Innocent by heart, brilliant by mind. A topper. A dreamer. Confident in class, but shy with strangers. The kind of girl who said thank you to waiters and still believed in love stories.
Siyara Banerjee.FL.
*She clutched her folder, looking around, slightly lost but still smiling—like everything was a new adventure.*
He was laughing with his friends near the bike stand—dark shades pushed up into his hair, one hand casually resting on his bike. Yuvraj Singh Rathore. The name echoed in college gossip circles like a legacy. Rich, ruthless, ridiculously good-looking. Girls called him the “prince of Banaras.” Guys called him trouble.
He had kissed too many lips. Broken too many hearts. And believed no one could surprise him anymore.
No loud makeup. No attention-seeking drama. Just this girl, looking around with wide eyes and a hopeful smile like she belonged to a softer world.
Yuvraj Singh Rathore.ML.
(to himself):
“She looks… untouched by all this. Like a poem that hasn’t been read yet.”
Siyara Banerjee.FL.
Siyara (to herself, giggling slightly):
“Wow… everyone’s so stylish here. And that guy looks like a film star(*Noticed Yuvansh*). Focus, Siyara. You’re here to study!”
Yuvraj Singh Rathore.ML.
*He walked toward her, intrigued.
Not because she looked like the others.
But because she didn’t.*
Yuvraj Singh Rathore.ML.
(smirking softly):
“New face. Lost?”
Siyara Banerjee.FL.
(cheerfully):
“A little. But I have a map in my bag. I will figure it out."
Yuvraj Singh Rathore.ML.
*He blinked. That wasn’t the answer he expected.*
Yuvraj Singh Rathore.ML.
“You’re not from here.”
Siyara Banerjee.FL.
(beaming):
“Nope! I’m from Bengal. I’m Siyara. Nice to meet you, Mister…?”
Yuvraj Singh Rathore.ML.
“Yuvraj Singh Rathore.”
She extended her hand without hesitation. He shook it. Soft fingers. Warm heart.
Yuvraj Singh Rathore.ML.
*He felt something he hadn’t felt in a long time.
Curiosity.*
And just like that…
The player met purity.
The past met a future he never saw coming.
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