Aadhya's POV

I couldn't sleep one bit; my mind was reeling with countless thoughts. So, I decided to walk to a nearby temple river to find some peace and clear my head. I got out of bed, dressed up, and quietly snuck out of the house. Since my car was still damaged from the accident, I opted to walk, not wanting to take any chances.

As I walked to the temple river, the quiet and peaceful atmosphere enveloped me. The river flowed smoothly, and I spotted many diyas floating on its surface, looking stunning. Inspired, I walked into the temple, grabbed a diya and matches, and returned to the riverbank.

I started to light the diya, but the breeze kept blowing it out.

"Why is this happening?" I wondered. "Come on, wind, please don't do this!" I tried again, frustrated.

"Gosh, this is unbelievable!"

Anant's POV

This is nonsense; why can't I sleep? Why am I obsessing over Aadhya Shekhawat's captivating beauty, her elegance, and that lovely hair? No, no, no! I need to shake this off.

"Time for a drive, Anant," I told myself.

I drove off into the night, the wind whipping through my hair, as I passed by trees and flowers. After 20 minutes, I spotted a temple and decided to stop.

I jumped out of my car and walked toward the temple river, seeking solitude.

As I walked closer to the river, I noticed a woman struggling to light a diya.

Without hesitation, I approached her and gently placed my hand near the diya to shield it from the wind, helping her light it.

And as she turned her head to thank me, our eyes met, and I was taken aback - it was Aadhya Shekhawat.

Her hair was blowing beautifully in the wind, and her eyes sparkled in the dim light. The moment our gazes locked, time seemed to freeze, and all I could see was Aadhya - her captivating smile, her wind-tousled locks, and those mesmerizing eyes.

Aadhya's POV

A hand suddenly appeared, shielding the diya from the wind. As I turned, my heart skipped a beat - it was Anant Mathur. Our eyes locked, and time seemed to freeze. "Dil sambhal ja zara," I thought, my heart racing uncontrollably. Why was this happening?

I smiled, breaking the spell, and gazed back at the diya. The wick was lit, and the flame flickered steadily. I carefully took the diya in my hands and placed it in the river, watching it float serenely alongside the other diyas.

Glancing up, I saw Anant staring at the diya, his eyes reflective. I walked up to him and sat down on the riverbank stairs.

"Thank you, Mr. Mathur," I said, meeting his gaze.

"I mean, thanks for saving my lamp," I added, smiling. "It wasn't wanting to be lit."

"You're welcome," Anant replied, his voice warm.

"Do you come here often, Mr. Mathur?" I asked, curiosity getting the better of me. "Or is it something special today?"

Anant's eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled. "Not really," he said. "Just felt like stopping by at this temple. And what are the odds that I met you again, Aadhya Shekhawat?" His voice was laced with affection, sending shivers down my spine.

Anant's POV

Aadhya's smile was radiant as she thanked me. I couldn't help but drink in the sight of her - her eyes sparkling, her hair dancing in the wind.

"I'm glad I could save your lamp," I said, meaning every word.

As Aadhya sat beside me on the riverbank stairs, I felt an inexplicable sense of connection. Our conversation flowed effortlessly.

" I don't come here often," I replied. "Just needed some solitude. But running into you again, Aadhya...that's fate, I suppose." I say in my mind now.

Our eyes met, and the world around us dissolving.

Aadhya's POV

"Kisi ko dobara milna, ek naye rishte ka shuruat hai," I said softly, smiling at Anant.

(Translation: "Meeting someone again is the beginning of a new relationship.")

Anant's eyes sparkled as he replied, "Jab dosti ki raah par, ek naya mod aata hai, toh zindagi ke rang badal jaate hain."

(Translation: "When a new turn comes on the path of friendship, the colors of life change.")

His words touched my heart. "That's beautiful, Mr. Mathur," I said.

Anant's smile was captivating. "It's Anant, Aadhya. Not Mr. Mathur."

I blushed, feeling a flutter in my chest.

"Anant," I repeated softly.

"It was lovely meeting you again, Aadhya," Anant said, his voice sincere.

"I'd love to meet you again," he added.

My heart skipped a beat. "I'd like that again Anant," I replied.

We exchanged gentle smiles.

"Until next time," Anant whispered.

"Until next time," I echoed.

With that, our enchanting encounter came to a close.

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