When Worlds Are Not Meant to Meet

Some lives are born into warmth.

They grow in laughter, shared meals, familiar streets, and the comfort of knowing where they belong. Their dreams are simple. Their fears are ordinary.

Aaradhya Sharma's life was one of them.

She belonged to crowded classrooms, handwritten notes, teasing friends, and a family that waited for her at the dinner table every night. Her world was small—but it was full.

And then there were lives born into power.

Lives shaped by lineage, legacy, and responsibility. Where decisions were made in silence and carried weight beyond emotions. Where affection was controlled and weakness was not allowed.

Advik Suryavanshi's world was built on royalty.

Palaces, traditions, authority, and a name that commanded obedience without being spoken twice. His life was not about choices—it was about duty.

Two worlds.

Parallel.
Separate.
Never meant to cross.

Yet destiny does not ask permission.

Sometimes, it does not arrive as chaos or danger. Sometimes, it arrives quietly—through a college corridor, a passing glance, or a name written on a register.

And when royalty notices something ordinary, it does not do so lightly.

It does not rush.
It does not question.
It decides.

This is not a story about sudden love.

It is a story about belonging, power, and a fate written long before either of them understood what it would cost.

Because when a king chooses—

Even the simplest life is never the same again.