KABIR'S POV : 

It was just another typical day for me—busy, chaotic, and demanding. I had meetings stacked up, deadlines looming over me, and the constant pressure of making the right decisions for the company. It felt like the world was always in a rush, like time was slipping away faster than I could hold onto it.

But that day, something felt different.

I was walking down the street after finishing a conference call, my mind already preparing for the next meeting. I was running late, as usual, barely aware of the world around me. My thoughts were consumed with the project I was working on, the people I had to meet, and the strategies I needed to discuss. And for the cherry on the cake , my car just broke down and i literally had run to the cafe because i getting so late.

And then, as I rounded the corner, I saw her.

She was standing at the crosswalk, her gaze lost in thought, completely unaware of the world around her. The soft glow of the streetlights highlighted her features—sharp, yet soft in the most captivating way. Her hair cascaded down her shoulders, and the way the wind caught a few strands made her look like she stepped out of some movie scene.

For a moment, I stopped. Not because I wanted to, but because I couldn't help it. There was something magnetic about her—something that pulled me in. She didn't even notice me as I walked past her, lost in her own world.

But then—boom.

She collided with me.

I cursed under my breath, barely managing to catch my balance. Papers flew from my hands, the coffee cup I had just grabbed splashed over my shirt.

"Watch where you're going!" I snapped, a little harsher than I intended.

She looked up at me, her eyes wide with surprise, and for a split second, time seemed to slow. Her eyes weren't just any eyes—they were full of life, of curiosity, of something I couldn't quite place. They held my attention for a heartbeat longer than I was comfortable with.

"I'm so sorry," she stammered, her voice laced with genuine embarrassment.

I should've just walked away. I had an important meeting to attend, after all. But instead, I found myself staring at her. Why was I still here?

She bent down, scrambling to pick up the papers scattered across the ground. I moved to help her, but before I could, she stood up quickly, and I saw her face clearly for the first time. A soft smile played at the corners of her lips, and despite the awkwardness of the moment, there was a certain grace to her that made me hesitate.

"Really, it's fine," I muttered, brushing my shirt off, trying to ignore the slight annoyance creeping in. "I should've been paying attention."

I couldn't help but notice the way she looked at me for a moment. There was a flicker of something—something almost... intimate in her gaze. She wasn't just apologizing, she was studying me, taking in the details, the person I was in that instant.

For a second, I wondered if maybe I had been too quick to judge her. She was different, in a way that I couldn't quite place, and that intrigued me more than I wanted to admit.

"Are you okay?" she asked, her voice soft, as though she genuinely cared.

"Yeah, I'm fine." I said, brushing off the dirt from my jacket. "Just... late."

She nodded, stepping back and giving me space, but then, just before she turned away, she said something that struck me harder than I expected.

"I hope your day gets better."

It was so simple, so casual. But there was sincerity in her words, a genuine wish that made me pause once again.

I wasn't sure why, but that moment stayed with me—long after I had left the street and made my way into the café for my meeting. As I sat there, listening to the usual conversations about deadlines, I couldn't help but think about her. The way she had looked at me, the way she spoke... It was nothing special, I told myself. Just another woman in the city.

But still, as the conversation around me faded into the background, her face kept appearing in my mind. I couldn't shake it, and I found myself wondering if I would ever see her again. I hoped to see her again , to see that beautiful smile that lingered on her lips , and her intoxicating eyes -" Damnn , anyone with a heartbeat would lose themselves in those eyes "

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As , I sat there, the meeting going on around me, but my mind was still miles away. It wasn't like me. I was usually focused, always aware of what was happening, but today? Today, I couldn't shake the image of her. The way she moved, the way her eyes met mine with that quiet intensity. The brief but meaningful exchange—why had it stayed with me?

I found myself thinking about how effortless she seemed, how she didn't try too hard to make an impression. The way she apologized, the way she cared about whether I was okay, it felt... real. Not like the fake smiles or empty pleasantries I was so used to. There was something genuine about her, and damn it, that made me want to know more.

By the time the meeting ended, I found myself pacing around in the café, feeling restless, like I needed to do something. Anything. I couldn't get her off my mind. I thought about the moment we'd crossed paths again—how brief, how insignificant it seemed on the surface. But it wasn't. Not to me.

I couldn't help but replay our brief interaction in my head over and over again. The way she looked at me when we first collided, the soft laughter in her voice as she scrambled to pick up the papers. And then that smile—God, that smile. It lingered in my thoughts, pulling at something deep inside me. What was it about her that made her stick in my mind like this?

I walked out of the café, the busy street bustling with people, but the world felt different now. A little quieter, a little emptier. I had barely thought about what I wanted or needed in years. Life had been all about work, responsibility, making the right decisions—there wasn't time for anything else. But today, I felt something shift inside me. Something I couldn't ignore.

I didn't know why I was so drawn to her. I barely knew anything about her, other than her name... and the fact that she had a way of making the chaotic world around me feel a little less suffocating. Maybe that was what I needed—to be reminded that life wasn't just about deadlines and meetings.

Maybe she could remind me what it felt like to just breathe.

As I made my way back to my office, I couldn't help but think about her again. I had no idea what the future held, whether I'd ever see her again, but a part of me hoped that I would. I didn't know why, but that brief, strange encounter had left an imprint on me. And I couldn't help but wonder... what would it be like to actually know her?

I shook my head, trying to dismiss the thought. I had a life to focus on, responsibilities to uphold. But damn, she had already started to make a mark.

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