His LOVE, Her Surrender
Episode 1
The sun filtered lazily through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Taara’s luxurious 2BHK penthouse, perched high above the buzzing heart of the city. The marble floors gleamed like mirrors; the crisp scent of fresh lilies filled the air — yet, the space felt cold, untouched, just like its owner.
A beautiful woman rose from her bed with the mechanical grace of habit, her silk robe trailing behind her. She didn’t need alarms; her body was trained like a soldier’s — disciplined, precise.
Coffee brewed in the gleaming kitchen, untouched by her hands — prepared by staff she barely spoke to.
Outside, a fleet of matte-black luxury cars waited, guarded by her team of sharply dressed bodyguards. To the world, she was a goddess in heels — breathtakingly beautiful, terrifyingly distant.
She had turned a once-struggling fashion house into one of the top ten brands in the country. She was power wrapped in velvet. A woman who didn’t laugh much, didn’t bound to anyone, didn’t need anyone.
Taara Kulkarni
Her mother, a fashion legend, had died when Taara was just a teenager. Her father? Married someone else like Taara was an old memory. At 18, she packed her dreams and her pain, moved out, and survived on coffee, ambition, and the quiet support of her late mother's best friend—Uncle Mehta.
He taught her the ropes. She mastered the game.
Now at 27, she sat at the head of her mother’s empire DIVINA. Her name was on every billboard, but her heart was locked behind bulletproof glass.
Her life was money, work, and survival — no room for emotions.
Love was a concept for fools.
Trust was a weapon that could destroy.
At glittering parties, when she entered, conversations stopped.
Men lost their words.
Women envied her effortless dominance.
Photographers fought for a single frame of her poised, untouchable silhouette.
Yet, no one dared approach beyond the invisible shield she wore like a second skin.
No scandal, no heartbreak, no weakness attached to her name.
She didn’t care for people’s opinions.
And she sure as hell didn’t need a man.
And that's was how she liked it.
TAARA like her name A Star shine only outside, only she knows her inside darkness.
Until he entered her world — unpolished, genuine, and dangerous to the walls she had built.
Episode 2
The first rays of the sun filtered through the thin curtains of a modest small house in one of Delhi’s quieter lanes. Amid the distant hum of metro trains and early morning traffic, an alarm buzzed sharply at 6:00 AM.
A man stretched his long frame lazily, running a hand through his slightly messy, jet-black hair before shutting off the alarm. The room was simple—no showpieces, no fancy décor. Just a wooden study table filled with neatly stacked files, a wall adorned with certificates, medals, and a photo frame: his younger self standing proudly between his smiling mother and little sister.
Today was like every other day.
He moved through the house with practiced ease—boiling water, chopping vegetables, making a simple breakfast.
His mother, now retired after decades of teaching, stirred awake slowly, her heart warming at the sight of her son managing everything silently, just as he had for years.
By 7:30 AM, dressed sharply, he looked every bit the young professional he had become. His tall frame and quiet, serious air naturally commanded attention, yet his deep brown eyes always held a certain distance—as if life had taught him early not to be reckless with emotions.
He slipped on his brown formal shoes, grabbed his black helmet, and slung his leather bag over one shoulder before stepping out. His black bike roared to life, cutting smoothly through the morning Delhi traffic.
DIVINA Projects Pvt. Ltd. — one of the leading companies in the city—awaited him.
In just two months as a Senior Project Manager, he had left a strong impression. The women at the company often found reasons to approach him—asking for help, offering coffee, flashing admiring smiles. But he, polite to the point of being unapproachable, always maintained a respectful distance.
His world was built differently—rooted in loyalty, in responsibility, in silent dreams rather than reckless distractions.
He spoke less, worked more. He observed everything but reacted to very little.
NEEL Srivastav
He is a man of quiet strength and deep maturity. Calm, composed, and deeply responsible, he carries the burdens of his family with silent pride.
Protective, caring, and grounded. Beneath his serious exterior lies a poetic soul that few ever glimpse—a man who loves quietly, dreams silently, and lives selflessly.
Neel’s life had never been about grand dreams. It had always been about responsibility—after his father's sudden death, he'd carried the weight of a man while still a boy. A protector to his sister. A silent strength to his mother.
Grew up in a middle-class family in bustling Delhi, learning early that even a high-cost city couldn’t crush his dreams. He turned his grief into quiet determination. He aced competitions and won scholarships that carried him to the top of his college class.
Juggling responsibility with ambition, he spent late nights working at a neighborhood grocery store and helping set up college events to support his family, yet he still found time to laugh with a close-knit group of friends. He excelled on the basketball and table tennis courts with the same quiet confidence that marked everything he did.
He is "The man who built dreams in silence"
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Episode 3
" " - thinking
( ) - action
Early morning, DIVINA Headquarters. Luxurious, tall glass building.
Click... Click... Click...
(heels echoing across the marble floor)
NEEL Srivastav/ ML
"Every morning, she entered like she owned the world... Because she did."
Whispers in the office
(Employees murmuring as they watch her pass)
Employee 1
That's Taara Kulkarni .... DIVINA'S Queen
Employee 2
Beauty, Brain, power .... She's everything
Employee 1
And completely out of reach
Sssh keep Quiet (someone said)
NEEL Srivastav/ ML
"I didn’t notice her because of her beauty.
I noticed her because of her silence...
Because even surrounded by people, she looked... alone."
It's been 3 weeks, Neel's days at DIVINA had slipped into a familiar rhythm—quiet efficiency, polite smiles, and a mind always lost in deadlines and responsibilities.
But fate, it seemed, had other plans.
That morning, rushing through the grand glass gates after a rare late start, he caught a glimpse that rooted him to the spot.
She stepped out of a sleek car, surrounded by silent guards who kept the world at bay. Her beauty was undeniable, but it wasn't her face that stole his breath—it was her sadness. A loneliness so deep, it wrapped around her like an invisible veil, speaking louder than any words ever could.
In that moment, Neel didn't just see her. He felt her.
And without realizing, something shifted in him. A quiet promise whispered in the chambers of his heart—to reach her, to heal her, to bring life back into those distant eyes.
Before he could blink, she was gone, lost in the towering walls of DIVINA.
But Neel stood there, unmoving, as if the world had blurred and only she remained in focus.
Until now, Neel had built his world with duty and silence.
Until now, his heart had belonged only to his family.
Taara walk straight, ignoring everyone, eyes cold, face unreadable
(Elevator door ding )
She step inside
(Door close)
NEEL Srivastav/ ML
"She disappeared from my view.... Like always.
Unaffected. Untouchable "
**Neel, just like his name meaning 'sky,' had a heart open enough to heal even the loneliest of stars**
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