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"Step into the world of the story with its very first chapter." Happy reading!💖🤗

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The room was wrapped in silence, dim and cool, with the soft whirr of the air conditioner spreading a chilled breeze through the air. Shadows clung to the corners, barely disturbed by the faint light slipping in from outside.

On the bed, Vani lay curled beneath a thick blanket, hidden from face to toe as if she had folded into herself. The plush mattress sank gently under her weight, cradling her still form while the night stretched on in quiet calm.

After the long, exhausting journey, Vani was finally home. The warmth of her bed and the silence of her room had wrapped her in a deep, undisturbed sleep. Her phone, however, had other plans.

It kept buzzing - once, twice, again and again - but Vani didn't budge. She turned to one side, then the other, hugging her pillow tighter, completely ignoring the noise.

Outside her room, Meera could hear the vibration going nonstop.

"Vani... Vani... uth, call aa raha hai kisi ka," she called out from the hallway.

No response.

Sighing, Meera stepped into the room. "Uth na!" she said louder, walking over and grabbing the edge of the blanket.

Still nothing.

Her voice turned sharper now.

"O kumbhkaran ki aulad, uth ja! Ab aur kitna soyegi!" she yelled, exasperated.

Meera pulled the blanket off with one swift move, turned off the fan, and gave Vani a gentle but firm tap on her forehead.

"Shaam ho gayi hai! Kal raat se so rahi hai tu!" she added.

Groggy and half-blind from sleep, Vani finally sat up with a stretch and a long yawn.

"Lo uth gayi, Vanjraj mate," she muttered, rubbing her eyes.

Meera blinked. "Kya mate? Ye kya naya title hai "

"Arre, kumbhkaran ki wife!" Vani said with a sleepy grin, bursting into a soft laugh.

"Ruk tu-" Meera raised her hand like she was about to strike, half laughing at herself.

"Arey arey, mummy, mazak kar rahi hoon!" Vani chuckled and ducked away.

Just then, her phone rang again.

She picked it up - still half-asleep - and answered. Her expression shifted almost instantly. Her sleepy eyes sharpened, and her body went still.

A short, serious conversation followed. Vani only said a few words before ending the call. Then for a second, she sat frozen.

Suddenly - BOOM - she sprang to her feet and started jumping on the bed like a maniac.

Meera just stared, confused and mildly concerned.

Before she could ask anything, Vani jumped off the bed, bolted toward the small temple in the house, folded her hands, and whispered a quiet but heartfelt "thank you," her eyes glistening with emotion.

Meera followed quickly.

"Ab batayegi bhi? Kya hua? Pagal kyun ho rahi hai?"

Arav, hearing the noise from the hallway, peeked into the room too.

Vani turned to them, her face glowing.

"You remember I applied for a job at Aarunava Multicare Institute in Jaipur?" she said breathlessly. "I got the job! I've been selected as an Assistant Cardiologist!"

Meera gasped. Arav's mouth fell open.

"It's one of the most reputed hospitals in eastern India," Vani said, still catching her breath. "And they picked me! I can't believe it!"

Moments later, Vani's father entered the room, and she rushed to share the news with him. His eyes sparkled with pride. The family gathered quickly, and the house lit up with celebration. Sweets were brought out, music started playing in the background, and even the neighbors heard the joyful cheer.

From deep sleep to dream come true - all it took was one phone call.

It was a breezy afternoon, and the sunlight filtered softly through the windows of the café where Pranvi and Swara were sitting. Two steaming cups of chai sat between them, barely touched.

Their books were open, notes half-highlighted, but the real conversation had shifted from study material to something more personal.

Swara, eyes tired yet determined, looked up from her notes.

"Yaar, I'm seriously nervous about this exam. Do you think I'll make it?"

Pranvi smiled gently. "Of course, you will. Tu kab se itna mehnat kar rahi hai. You deserve this."

She nudged Swara's arm. "Aur tujhme hai woh spark hai. Trust yourself."

Swara exhaled, a mixture of relief and anxiety. She trusted Pranvi's words more than her own thoughts sometimes. That's how grounding her presence was - steady, warm, and full of faith.

As Swara flipped another page of her notes, Pranvi's phone, which had been lying silent beside her, suddenly lit up and vibrated - once, twice, and then rang steadily.

Unknown number.

Pranvi paused. Her hand hovered over the phone, her brows slightly furrowed. Something told her this wasn't just another spam call or random delivery confirmation.

"Take it. Might be important," Swara said, watching her.

Pranvi picked it up, "Hello?"

There was a moment of silence - and then a calm, polite voice spoke on the other end.

"Hello, is this Dr. Pranvi Singh?"

She straightened instinctively. "Yes, speaking."

"I'm calling from Kashyap Lifecare Institute, Navgarh. You had applied for the position of Assistant Neurologist, correct?"

Pranvi's heart skipped a beat. Her eyes widened as she exchanged a glance with Swara, who now sat upright, sensing something important.

"Yes... yes, I had." Her voice had dropped to a whisper now, holding its breath with her.

"Congratulations. You've been selected. We were very impressed with your interview and your academic track. You'll receive the official email shortly. We look forward to welcoming you to the team."

Pranvi froze. For a moment, everything else faded - the background chatter, the clinking of cups, even the weight of the air around her. Her eyes welled up slightly as her lips parted in shock, trying to absorb the words.

"Th-thank you... Thank you so much!"

She ended the call, but her phone remained in her hand, unmoving.

"WHAT?" Swara asked, now leaning in, half-anxious and half-excited.

Pranvi blinked at her. "I got it."

"Got what?!"

"Swara... I got the job. Kashyap Lifecare Institute - Assistant Neurologist. I... I got selected."

There was a beat of silence. Then Swara screamed, "ARE YOU SERIOUS?!"

People turned to look - but neither of them cared. Swara stood up and hugged her tightly. The books, the exam stress - everything vanished into the background of this beautiful, bursting joy.

"Pranvi, I KNEW it! I knew they'd see what you're made of!" Swara said, laughing and tearing up at the same time.

They celebrated with that untouched chai, which now tasted like the sweetest drink in the world.

That evening, Pranvi didn't even wait to take a cab. She rushed home on her scooter, wind in her hair, heart thudding in her chest - not from nerves anymore, but from joy, from fulfillment, from belonging.

She didn't even ring the bell. She banged it open.

Her mother, in the kitchen, turned around, surprised.

"Mummy!" Pranvi called out, breathless, glowing, her eyes shining with a mix of excitement and disbelief.

"Arey, kya hua? Sab thik hai?" her mother asked, confused.

Pranvi ran straight to her, threw her arms around her, and whispered in her ear, "Mummy, mujhe job mil gayi. Kashayp Lifecare. Assistant Neurologist."

For a moment, her mother just stood there, silent. Then she held her daughter's face in both her hands, looking into her eyes, as if trying to confirm whether this was a dream.

"Sach?" she asked softly.

Pranvi nodded.

And then - tears. Her mother hugged her so tightly it felt like all her prayers had taken form. She kissed her forehead again and again, as if trying to bless every corner of her soul.

Vani and Pranvi had just shifted to Jaipur after landing jobs at two different hospitals. New city, new house, new responsibilities but same old chaos.

They reached their rented apartment, arms loaded with bags, sweat dripping from their foreheads, clothes sticking to their backs. Excitement was quickly replaced by confusion as Pranvi froze in front of the door.

"Yrr... ab is time kaha se laun chabi?" Pranvi said, digging through every pocket and corner of her handbag like it was a lucky draw.

Vani looked at her, half-dead and half-annoyed. "Excuse me? YOU had the key, right?"

"No, you had it!" Pranvi replied.

Vani's hands went to her head. "Nooo, I remember - YOU said, 'let's keep it safe in the kitchen drawer so we don't lose it while shifting.'"

They both looked at each other. Silent. Then the slow realization hit.

"OH NO," they both said in unison.

"The key... is inside that drawer at home " Pranvi groaned.

"To kisne bola tha itna sambhal ke rakhne ko ki ghar pe hi reh jaaye? Ab andar kaise jayenge?" Vani said dramatically, placing her bags on the ground with a thud.

"Ab kya karein?" Pranvi looked around hopelessly.

"Mujhe kya pata! Is time pe to koi chabi banane wala bhi nahi milega," Vani yelled, her voice echoing off the empty street.

Without another word, Pranvi turned and stormed out of the main gate.

"Where are you going now? Don't leave me here to die in front of our own rented house!" Vani called after her.

A few moments later, Pranvi returned with a giant stone in her hands.

Vani's jaw dropped. "Yehhh... okay, maana maine thoda sa chilla diya, but iska matlab ye nahi tu mera murder kar de! Aur woh bhi is patthar se?! Aur kuch nahi mila tujhe?"

Pranvi smirked, holding the rock like a trophy. "Pagal hai kya? Tala todna hai isse, tera sar nahi!"

"Oh thank God. For a second, I thought I was gonna be a documentary on Netflix: 'Murdered by Roommate, with a rock.'"

Laughing, they both knelt and tried attacking the lock with the stone. It was loud, messy, and totally ineffective.

CLANG! CLANG! THUD!

And just as Vani raised the stone again - a shout stopped her mid-swing.

"OYE! HELLOOO! Kya ho raha hai yahan? Chori kar rahe ho kya?!"

Two policemen had stopped their patrol bike and were staring at them with suspicion, hands on their hips and mustaches twitching in disbelief.

Vani dropped the stone as if it had turned into lava. "Sir! No no! Not robbery! It's OUR house!"

"Then why are you breaking the lock like burglars?" one officer asked, stepping forward.

"Actually... we just moved in today," Pranvi said, trying to sound mature.

"And we left the only keys at the house," Vani added, flashing an awkward grin.

The officers looked at each other.

"ID dikhaiye. Proof hai ki yeh aapka hi ghar hai?"

"Y-yes sir! Wait wait!" Vani dropped to her knees and started digging into her purse like a wild animal.

"Here's my appointment letter! I'm joining the hospital tomorrow!" she said.

"Same here," Pranvi said, handing over her joining letter for the Neuro Centre.

One cop inspected the documents, while the other made a quick phone call to the flat owner, who answered groggily.

"Haan sir... haan haan, meri hi tenants hain... chabi andar hi bhool gayi hongi... haan... doctor hain... haan, thodi pagal bhi lagti hain mujhe bhi."

Vani glanced at Pranvi, eyebrows raised.

"Are the landlord and the officers... making fun of us?"

"Looks like it," Pranvi replied, side-eyeing the two cops who were still giggling near their patrol bike.

One of the officers, noticing them staring, called out, "What happened, doctor ma'am? Did you suddenly remember where the key is?"

The other one laughed. "Good thing you became doctors. If you'd chosen a life of crime, you'd be in jail on day one."

Pranvi forced a polite smile. "Ha-ha, hilarious, sir."

Vani leaned in and muttered under her breath, "If they don't stop joking, I swear I'll offer them a full-body checkup at the hospital without anesthesia."

The officers were clearly enjoying themselves, still cracking jokes like they were in the middle of a stand-up show.

Officer 1: "These two could have their own TV show 'Doctors in Distress.'"

Officer 2: "Or better ''The Missing Key - Season 1, Episode 1'."

Pranvi raised her hand. "Sir, next time bring popcorn too. If we're going to be your live entertainment, might as well make it a full movie experience."

The cops burst out laughing.

"Alright, alright," one of them said, finally calming down. "Enjoy your new place. And hey keep your key in templenext time. Maybe it'll bless you with memory."

The landlord, still half-asleep on speakerphone, chimed in, "And please... next time don't wake me up like I'm part of some CID investigation."

Vani replied dryly, "Next time we'll just break the window. Won't trouble you or the police."

The landlord sighed, "Great. Then I'm raising your rent."

"Perfect," both girls muttered in sync.

The officer laughed, disconnected the call, and looked at them. "Confirmed. You're not thieves just two careless doctors."

"Thank you, sir," Vani said, trying to breathe normally again.

"Lekin tala to tod nahi paogi isse. Aao, hum madad karte hain," the other cop said, pulling out a small toolkit from their bike.

After a few minutes of pro-level lockpicking, there was a click, the lock opened.

"Open sesame!" one of the cops said, proud of his locksmith skills.

Both girls clapped. "THANK YOU, SIR! You saved our night!"

As the policemen prepared to leave, one turned back and said, "Agli baar chabi sambhal ke rakhna. Aur agar todna hi ho to, chhoti patthar mat liyo. Iss se to Taj Mahal bhi nahi tootega."

The girls laughed, waving goodbye as the police rode away.

They dragged their bags inside, dropped everything in the middle of the hall, and collapsed on the floor.

"Water," Pranvi whispered.

"Brain...," Vani whispered back. "Flatline."

After a few minutes of just lying still, Pranvi suddenly chuckled. "Bro... imagine if this happened after our first shift."

"I'd sleep outside the door and cry," Vani said. "Or break the window."

"You? Break a window? You couldn't even break a rusty lock!"

"Shut up. I loosened it for the police."

They both laughed, sipping soda as they lay on the cool marble floor, soaking in the exhaustion and ridiculousness of the day.

"Welcome to Jaipur," Pranvi said.

"Yeah," Vani smiled. "Home sweet drama."

After resting for a few minutes on the sofa, the two girls finally dragged themselves up with a tired sigh. Their limbs ached from the long trip, but excitement buzzed in their hearts. They picked up their bags and began exploring the house that was going to be their new home.

"Chhod na..... pehle maine dekha, ye room main lungi!" Vani yelled gleefully, her voice echoing through the hallway as she sprinted towards the room that had a large window and a small balcony attached - sunlight was pouring in, and birds could be heard chirping outside.

"Kyu, tune dekha to tera ho gaya? Main lungi... maine ghar dhoonda tha isliye!" Pranvi protested, quickly grabbing Vani's bag to pull her back from the door.

"Nahi main lungi.... aaa chhod na..... please!" Vani whined like a child, tightening her grip on the doorknob as she slipped inside halfway.

"Main tujhe aane doongi na isme... tu poore din balcony mein baithi rehna," Vani added quickly, trying to strike a one-sided deal.

"Par room mujhe lene de!" Pranvi tugged harder on Vani's kurti. They both were now halfway inside the room, locked in a friendly war, laughter mixed with grunts echoing all over.

Soon they were full-on pushing and pulling each other at the door, their bags falling one by one, shoes rolling across the floor.

"Dekh, mujhe room de de warna main.... main.... main tere kapde faad dungi! Sare bag se nikaal ke!" Pranvi yelled dramatically, holding up Vani's pink top like a trophy.

"Achcha? To main tere saare cosmetics nadi mein visarjit kar aungi fir!" Vani countered, snatching her top back and throwing a cushion at her.

"To main tere sare shoes aur sandals gas pe jala doongi!" Pranvi shouted, pretending to light a match.

"Fir...fir....main tere baal jala doongi!" Vani hissed, lunging toward her with a comb in hand.

Their dramatic threats continued until they both collapsed on the floor laughing, completely exhausted.

After a long and hilarious "room war," Vani finally won the room. Victory shined on her face like a queen who conquered a kingdom. She quickly started unpacking, hanging her clothes neatly in the cupboard, aligning her books on the shelf, and putting fairy lights around the mirror. The cozy room began to look like her own little space of comfort.

Feeling sweaty and tired, Vani headed towards the bathroom to take a shower. The warm water soothed her, washing away the travel fatigue. Wrapping herself in a towel, she stepped out humming a song only to be startled.

"Aaaaaaaa.... tu ye kya kar rahi hai?! Aur mere room mein kyun?" Vani froze mid-step, almost dropping her towel in shock.

There stood Pranvi in the middle of the room with a thick white face pack smeared all over her face, looking like a friendly ghost under the dim yellow light.

"Woh... main samaan jama rahi thi aur achanak se bulb fuse ho gaya. Ab main yahin soongi." Pranvi replied casually, as if it was the most natural thing to do. She plopped herself on the other side of the bed, ignoring Vani's horrified expression.

"Aisa kya kar rahi thi ki vo fuse hi ho gaya?!" Vani asked, suspiciously narrowing her eyes.

"Khaana bana rahi thi uspe... aapke liye." Pranvi said, fake innocently.

Vani gave her a forced type smile, more confused than impressed.

"Acha par mujhe bhookh ni tu hi kha , bulb pe bana khana.

She walked closer and squinted at her face. "Aur ye face pe kya thop ke ghoom rahi hai?!"

"It's called a face pack, madam," Pranvi said confidently, lying flat on the bed like Cleopatra.

"Woh toh mujhe bhi dikh raha hai, par raat ke 2 baje ye kaun lagata hai?!" Vani asked, now genuinely amused.

"Main... kal first day hai, thoda impression toh banana chahiye na!" Pranvi replied with pride, her face cracking slightly as the pack dried.

Vani chuckled and jumped on the bed beside her. "Ha impression toh zaroor padega... bas pehle ye mask mat pad jaaye kisi pe."

They both burst into laughter again. The room, now filled with the sound of giggles, felt like a slice of home.

Soon the giggles faded as sleep started to take over. Vani shifted, pulling the blanket. Pranvi mumbled something about applying nail paint but didn't move.

"Good night, makeup queen," Vani whispered.

"Good night, room thief," Pranvi replied with a sleepy smirk.

And just like that under the flickering light of their new beginning, both girls drifted off into sleep, unaware of the many more ridiculous, chaotic, and beautiful moments yet to come.

Jaipur's morning had a softness to it, like the city itself was slowly stretching after a peaceful sleep. The sky was painted in shades of peach and gold, the sun just peeking over the horizon. A gentle breeze carried the faint aroma of blooming raat ki rani from a nearby balcony. Birds chirped happily on the window railings, fluttering their wings as they prepared for another busy day in the Pink City.

Street vendors were already shouting down the lanes, calling for chai, kachori, and newspapers. Scooters hummed, temple bells rang in the distance, and the muffled laughter of school kids echoed through the narrow streets below. The whole city was waking up with a rhythm of its own.

Inside the girls' room, golden sun rays spilled through the sheer curtains, dancing across the floor, climbing over scattered bags, a hair straightener, and a half-opened tub of face cream left from the night before.

The calm didn't last long.

"AAAAAAA!!!!" Pranvi's scream shattered the serenity like a dropped glass.

Vani shot up in bed, half-blind and totally confused. Her hair was a mess, the blanket twisted around her legs. "Kya hua?! Kya hua?!" she asked in a panic, blinking rapidly as she looked around like an earthquake just hit.

"Aaj pehla din hai... aur main late ho gayi!" Pranvi yelled, frantically tossing her blanket aside and jumping out of bed with one sock still stuck to her arm.

Vani groaned, flopping back onto the pillow. "Toh alarm laga ke so na tha!"

"Lagaaya tha yaar, par pata nahi bajaa hi nahi... aur tu toh jaldi uth jaati hai, utha deti na!" Pranvi said, now trying to find her watch, her ID card, and one missing shoe all at once.

"Main kya hoon? Tera alarm clock?!" Vani snapped, sitting up and yawning. "Main toh uthi thi... apni morning prayer karke phir se so gayi, neend aa rahi thi yaar."

Pranvi stared at her for a second, then groaned. "Arey mujhe 9 baje tak hospital pahuchna tha! Aur ab 8:30 ho gaye hain! Pakka late ho gayi main!"

She rushed toward the wardrobe, pulling out her new kurta, then stopped. "Yeh wala pehnu ya dusra? White zyada formal lagega ya peach?"

"Wohi pehen jo mil jaye iss waqt, fashion ke liye next week bhi hai!" Vani muttered, rubbing her eyes.

In the middle of all this, Pranvi's phone buzzed. A message from the hospital HR:

"Reminder: Kindly report at 9:00 AM sharp to the main reception."

"Bass yeh bacha tha. Ab to HR bhi yaad dila raha hai!" she said, running around like a whirlwind.

She shoved a kajal stick into her bag, grabbed her ID card, and then turned to Vani with pleading eyes. "Yrr please aaj bas ek kaam kar de, cab dekh le aur kuch breakfast order kar de na. Vaise bhi tujhe toh kal jaana hai."

"Kal nahi, parso se hai meri joining," Vani corrected, eyes still half-closed.

"Aur mujhe neend poori karni thi... " she grumbled dramatically, falling back on the bed.

"Please yaar! Aaj kar de bas, tu bhi toh kal aise hi chillayegi jab teri baari aayegi!" Pranvi said, already halfway into the bathroom, her toothbrush in hand and towel hanging off her shoulder.

Before shutting the door she added, "Aur haan... agar tujhe kuch mila khane layak, toh thoda mere liye bhi rakh dena... bhookh se faint na ho jaun pehle din hi."

"Teri wajah se mujhe bhi breakfast banana padega?" Vani muttered, dragging herself off the bed and picking up her phone to check Zomato for something quick and edible.

While Pranvi got ready, managing to straighten half her hair, apply a crooked eyeliner, and still lose one sock . Vani ordered two aloo parathas with butter and a couple of chai packets.

"Ufff... kisne kaha tha doctor banna hai... fashion designer banti toh timing flexible hoti." Pranvi mumbled to herself in the mirror, trying to tie her dupatta neatly.

At exactly 8:50 AM, she was out the door with her hospital documents, her tiffin, and exactly one earring, the second one left behind on the bed.

"All the best!" Vani called out from the balcony, waving the forgotten earring in the air like a flag.

"Thanks! Agar HR ne poocha toh bolna style statement hai!" Pranvi shouted back, laughing nervously as she hopped into the cab.

The door slammed shut behind her.

Vani stood there for a moment, leaning on the railing, looking at the city. Her heart was full excitement, nervousness, and pride all mixed together. A smile touched her lips.

"Tera first day... mera ek din baad. Let's do this, Jaipur." she whispered to herself.

Then she turned, stretched her arms high, and walked back into the room.

"But first... ek aur nap."

It was 9:30 AM, and Pranvi finally stood at the grand gate of Jaipur Central Hospital. Her chest rose and fell with quick, shallow breaths. The nameplate gleamed under the sun, and the tall building stood like a silent judge ready to test her nerves. Her fingers tightened around her bag strap as she stared upward, overwhelmed.

A strange cocktail of nervousness and excitement buzzed through her like standing at the edge of a stage just before your name is called.

"Tu kar sakti hai. First day hai. Tu pani nahi hai jo pressure me beh jaaye, tu injection hai jo kaam karta hai, ye kya bakwas kar rahi hu main" she whispered to herself, before finally exhaling and stepping in.

The cold blast of air-conditioning hit her as she entered the hospital lobby, her eyes adjusting to the crisp white interiors. Doctors walked past in their coats, nurses wheeled stretchers down the corridor, and reception phones rang in the background like a medical orchestra.

She reached the front desk. A nurse looked up with a polite smile.

"Miss Pranvi Singh?"

"Y-Yeah... that's me," Pranvi replied, clutching her folder tightly.

"Dr. Kashyap asked to send you straight to OT. You're assisting him today."

"O-Oh... straight to OT?" she blinked, surprised. "Umm... where's the locker room? And OT?"

The nurse gave her directions, which Pranvi tried to register through the storm of thoughts crashing in her head.

" Pehla din hi OT? Aur woh bhi bina surgeon se mile... kya welcome hai ." she muttered under her breath, rushing toward the changing room.

The locker room smelled faintly of antiseptic and lemon floor cleaner. Pranvi changed into her OT scrubs, tied her hair tightly into a bun, wore the cap, and finally took a deep breath in front of the mirror.

"Chal Pranvi, pehla impression hai. Kaam pe dhyan dena, mask pehno, darr andar rakho."

She walked through the wide, silent corridors, her rubber-soled shoes squeaking faintly. The double doors of the Operation Theatre loomed ahead.

As she entered, the scene inside immediately pulled her in like stepping into another world.

Under the sterile white light, Dr. Kashyap was already mid-surgery, his gloved hands moving swiftly, with a rhythm that was almost hypnotic. His eyes were calm, precise, focused. He didn't even flinch.

God, he's brilliant... she thought, almost forgetting to breathe.

Suddenly, his eyes lifted. Through the surgical mask and cap, she could only see his eyes sharp, observant, and intense. He gave a small nod, a silent command.

Pranvi stepped forward. Hands a bit shaky, but movements trained. She picked up where the assistant had left. One breath. One step. One stitch.

And just like that, she was in.

Her hands found their rhythm. Her nerves began to settle. Her training kicked in. The beeping monitor, the sterile air, the team around her, it all faded into background noise.

And for the next forty-five minutes, she wasn't a newbie. She was a surgeon. Focused. Present.

Finally, the surgery was over.

As they stepped out of the OT, Pranvi pulled off her gloves with a satisfying snap. Her back was stiff, her forehead sweaty, but there was pride twinkling in her eyes and a wild rush of success thudding in her chest.

Dr. Kashyap removed his gloves and turned to her.

"You did well, Surgeon P. Singh." His voice was calm, clipped, but clear.

"Thank you, sir," she replied softly, her voice steady but the pride very real. She tried not to smile too wide tried.

Then he removed his mask.

And everything around her stopped.

Her breath caught. Her eyes widened. The smile on her lips disappeared as her heart stumbled.

That face. That sharp jaw. Those deep eyes.

It was like seeing a ghost from a dream she had never shared.

She couldn't speak. Couldn't even blink for a moment.

"Come to my cabin, now. We'll discuss your role and upcoming schedule," he said, his tone businesslike.

She just stood still, completely frozen, like her soul had left her body for a second.

He paused at the door, turning back.

"Hello...? Are you alright?" he asked, genuinely confused now.

"Hmm? Haan... I-I'm okay," she said quickly, breaking out of her frozen trance.

"Good. Come to my office. Down the corridor, left wing, cabin number 203," he instructed, before walking away, hands behind his back.

She stood in the hallway for a moment longer.

"Kya tha ye? Mujhe... mujhe Ishan kyu dikh rha h , ni ni ye ni ho sakta ?" she whispered to herself. "me pakka sapna dekh rahi hu. Vo yha kaise kaise ho sakta hai . "

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