"In shadows of the night, a promise ignites,

Two hearts unseen, yet destiny writes,

A name unknown, but souls collide,

In whispers, hope and wonder reside."

SAISHA's POV:

The warm breeze brushed against my face as Rivan and I stepped out of the airport. The towering buildings, the bustling streets, and the vibrant chaos of Mumbai—the city of dreams—spread before me. People rushed past with determination in their eyes, their lives moving at a speed I wasn't used to. And now...I was part of this whirlwind. A bubbling excitement filled my chest, and I felt a childish urge to scream with joy. I made it. I was finally here, where dreams dared to come true.

Rivan glanced sideways at me, a smirk tugging at his lips.

"Don't get too excited yet, lil' girl," he teased, his voice laced with amusement. "The real storm starts tomorrow. Three days, back-to-back interviews, networking, and a whole lot of running around. So, you better brace yourself for some serious exhaustion."

I grinned, barely containing my excitement. "Bring it on! I'm more than ready!" I chirped, bouncing on my heels like a child promised candy.

As we moved forward, my eyes landed on two men standing near the exit, holding a placard with my name in bold letters. Confusion flickered across my face, and I nudged Rivan.

"Hey, look. They're holding my name?"

Rivan frowned slightly. "Weird. Did you book a pick-up service?"

I shook my head. "No... I didn't."

Cautiously, we approached the men. One of them, dressed sharply in a suit, stepped forward. "Ms. Saisha Saksena?"

I hesitated for a second but nodded. "Yes, that's me."

The man gave a curt smile. "We've been instructed to escort you to your hotel."

My brows furrowed in confusion. "Wait... instructed by who?"

Before I could voice my questions, the man continued, "Mr. Kashyap, you are to accompany her as well."

My head snapped toward Rivan, confusion clear on my face. How do they know about Rivan? Wait is it my dad.  My dad knew I was traveling, but he never mentioned anything about making arrangements—or knowing about Rivan.

Rivan, noticing my puzzled expression, chuckled softly and raised his hands in mock surrender. "Relax, kiddo," he said, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Your dad and mine... well, they know each other through business. My dad told yours I was on the same flight. So, I guess he figured I should tag along. It's nothing to panic about."

I felt the tension in my shoulders ease, a wave of relief washing over me. But then—Kiddo?

I narrowed my eyes, pointing a finger at him accusingly. "Rivan. You. Did. NOT. Just call me that!"

Rivan grinned mischievously and, with a chuckle, raised his hands again. "Alright, alright! Truce, truce!"

I huffed dramatically but couldn't suppress the small smile tugging at my lips. "Yeah, you better surrender."

A short drive later, we arrived at the hotel. It was stunning—glass walls reflecting the sky, the scent of fresh lilies in the air. We checked in and headed to our rooms to freshen up. My heart thudded with excitement as I thought about the day ahead. Mumbai Darshan—that's what they called it. The city tour that showed you the heart and soul of this place. And I was more than ready to dive in.

As I rummaged through my suitcase, my phone buzzed. A notification.

MAKSED MAN: Did you land safely, gummy bear? Or got lost in the crowd already?

I froze. Maksed Man.

In the whirlwind of the flight and the excitement of landing, I had completely forgotten to update him. A strange warmth crept up my neck. Not that I had to update him. We weren't... anything. Just anonymous online friends. But... he asked. And somewhere deep inside, I felt a flicker of something—anticipation.

I hovered over the keyboard, unsure of what to say. But my heart was already beating a little faster.

Me: Safe and sound. Mumbai is huge, and I already feel so small here.

Within seconds, a reply.

MAKSED MAN: Mumbai has a way of doing that. But don't let it fool you. Once you find your rhythm, it feels like home.

I smiled softly. How does he always know the right thing to say?

The thought crossed my mind—what would he sound like if he spoke those words aloud? What did his voice carry—warmth? Amusement? Or something deeper? And his face...was it playful, serious, or somewhere in between?

I shook my head, trying to brush the thoughts away. Why was I so curious?

MAKSED MAN: So, what's the plan, explorer? Ready to get lost in the chaos of the city?

Me: Absolutely. Today's for adventures. Tomorrow, the real storm begins.

MAKSED MAN: Enjoy today, gummy bear. But a little tip—Mumbai's magic isn't in the places. It's in the moments.

I stared at his message for a moment longer than necessary. Moments. Funny... this, right here, already felt like one.

With a small, unexplainable smile playing on my lips, I put my phone down and headed out.

Let the adventure begin.

VIHAN's POV:

The clink of glasses and the murmur of business talk surrounded me, but my mind was nowhere near the conversation. Shekhar was going on about some merger plans with our partners, his voice blending into the background like static. I sat back, fingers tapping idly on the armrest of my chair. That's when it hit me—a tug.

A strange pull, like a whisper in my chest, impossible to ignore.

And then—Shit.

My eyes flickered to my phone. It's today. The D-day. The day she arrived. My Gummy Bear.

Without a second thought, I pulled out my phone and shot her a quick text.

Me: Landed yet, Gummy Bear? Or are you lost in the Mumbai crowd already?

The dots appeared almost instantly. My breath hitched as her reply popped up.

Gummy Bear: Safe and sound. Mumbai is huge, and I already feel so small here.

A smirk tugged at my lips. She was here. The closest we had ever been—breathing the same air, under the same sky. It made something inside me clench and burn.

I had promised myself—Don't get involved, Vihan. Don't cross that line. She had her boundaries. She didn't want me to know more than what she chose to share. And I respected that.

But... fuck it.

Fuck it all.

I wanted to see her. I needed to.

I wanted to hear her voice—the voice I had only ever imagined. Soft, sweet, probably laced with that little attitude she always threw at me in our chats. And her eyes... what would they look like when she got flustered or smiled without realizing it?

My jaw tightened as the craving turned into resolve.

"Gummy Bear," I muttered under my breath, my voice low and possessive, "I'm coming for you."

The smirk playing on my lips darkened as I reached for my phone. I hit a familiar number.

The line clicked. "Sushant."

"Yes, sir?" His voice came sharp and professional.

"I want the passenger details for the Raipur to Mumbai flight that landed this afternoon. Filter it down to the females, twenties range. She's here—I want a name."

Sushant paused, clearly hesitant. "Sir, that's—"

"Illegal?" I finished for him, my tone cold and clipped. "Since when did we care about that?"

A beat of silence. Then—"Understood. I'll get it done."

"And Sushant?"

"Yes, sir?"

"Keep it discreet. No one needs to know. Yet."

"Got it."

The call ended. My fingers tightened around my phone, and I let out a slow breath.

Tomorrow. By tomorrow, her name, her face—everything—would be in my hands. And soon after, so would she.

But even as I made the call, a familiar war started inside me.

Vihan, what the hell are you doing? She trusted you—at least, the version of you she knew. She liked the mystery, the distance, and you vowed never to cross that line.

Yet, here I was. Crossing. No—obliterating—that line.

But how could I not? She was a storm I had willingly walked into. Every chat, every word she typed, pulled me deeper into her world—a world I wasn't even fully in. And it was driving me insane.

The irony? I didn't even know her real name. She was just "Gummy Bear." But that ridiculous, sweet little nickname had tangled itself around my heart tighter than any chain.

I ran a hand through my hair, leaning back with a sigh. My gaze fell to the ceiling, but my head—my head was all her. Every damn part of it.

"She's got you whipped, Vihan," Shekhar's amused voice cut through my thoughts.

I shot him a glare. "Focus on the merger, Shekhar."

He chuckled, leaning on the table. "Hard to miss that look on your face, man. Never seen you like this. Who is she?"

I smirked lazily, masking the turmoil beneath. "No one you'd know. Yet."

The meeting ended, but I barely remembered a word of it. As I walked through the grand glass doors of my office building, Mumbai's night air hit me—humid, warm, and filled with the scent of possibility.

My phone buzzed again.

Gummy Bear: So, what's Mumbai's magic, Mister Know-it-all?

I smiled, my thumb flying over the screen.

Me: It's not in the places. It's in the moments.

A pause. Then—

Gummy Bear: Poetic. But what if I get lost chasing the wrong moments?

I stared at her message, something raw twisting inside me.

Me: Then I'll find you.

I hit send before I could think twice.

And as I slipped my phone into my pocket, the smirk returned.

"Soon, Gummy Bear," I whispered into the night, my voice dark with promise. "You won't be lost. You'll be mine."

And God help me—because she was already my sanity's undoing.

SAISHA's POV:

"Then I'll find you."

His words stared back at me from the screen, simple yet laced with a promise that made my heart stutter. I should've felt flustered, anxious—maybe even scared. After all, we were strangers. But... I wasn't.

I was—happy.

A warmth bloomed in my chest, uninvited but so real that it made me smile softly at my phone. Was it wrong to feel this way? Maybe. But I couldn't help it. The thought that he wanted to find me—that he would—felt... oddly comforting.

A sharp knock on my door snapped me out of my thoughts. I quickly turned off my phone, brushing my hair back as I went to answer it.

Vihan stood there, leaning against the doorframe, his usual smirk in place. "Kiddo," he started, his tone playful but carrying the weight of his usual big-brother-like authority, "make sure you're up early. We've got two companies to hit tomorrow. It's going to be a long, exhausting day, so rest up."

I nodded, offering a small, tired smile. "Got it, boss. Bright and early."

Vihan's eyes softened slightly as he straightened up. "Good. Night, kiddo."

"Goodnight, Vihan," I replied warmly.

He paused for a second, as if about to say something more, but then shook his head and gave me a small wave before turning away.

I closed the door with a soft click, the room falling silent again. The faint hum of the city buzzed through the window—a lullaby of distant car horns and the murmurs of a world that never slept. I sank onto my bed, hugging a pillow close as the weight of the day settled over me.

But sleep? Nowhere near.

My phone sat beside me, the screen dark but my heart still racing from his last message.

Will he really come? The thought echoed in my mind, teasing me, taunting me.

And then, another—If he does... is it okay?

I squeezed the pillow tighter, my eyes drifting to the ceiling. "You're being ridiculous, Saisha," I muttered under my breath. "You don't even know him!"

But I did, didn't I? In some strange, indescribable way—I did. I knew his thoughts, his humor, the way he saw the world. He had been there through texts on my rough days, making me laugh when I wanted to cry. And tonight, with those four little words, he made me feel... wanted.

"Ughhh," I groaned, flopping back dramatically. "This is insane!"

I closed my eyes, trying to push the swirling emotions aside. But a small voice inside whispered:

Maybe some things aren't meant to make sense. Maybe some people don't need faces to matter.

And with that thought, the corners of my lips lifted into the smallest, most secretive smile.

The night deepened, the city lights painting the walls with faint glows. Somewhere in the distance, a clock chimed softly—reminding me that tomorrow would come too soon.

But for now...

For now, my heart stayed with his words.

Then I'll find you.

And part of me—maybe the most honest part—secretly hoped he would.

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