Under the soft glow of the streetlights, Shaku and Prashant's paths crossed unexpectedly. It was the kind of meeting that felt like fate—a moment that neither could have predicted, but both would remember forever. Shaku, with her dreams tucked safely in the corners of her heart, had always believed in serendipity. Prashant, on the other hand, had grown skeptical of such things, convinced that life was a series of coincidences rather than destiny. But the instant their eyes met, something shifted. The world around them faded, and for a brief moment, it felt as though they were the only two people alive. What started as a simple conversation soon turned into shared laughter, stolen glances, and the beginnings of a story neither could have imagined.