Riya Malhotra – 27 years old, a successful millionaire businesswoman.
She lived in a luxury glass-wall penthouse near Marine Drive. Her life was always strict and planned – morning gym with a trainer, black coffee, then driving her Bentley to the company office.
She had money, power, and respect. But one thing was missing – love.People called her the "Ice Queen" because her face was always serious, hiding her real feelings. Deep inside, she was lonely.
On the other side – Aarav.A 25-year-old simple guy. He worked as a waiter in a small café during the day, and at night he played guitar in his friend's small flat. His dream was to become a singer, but for now, life was only about survival.
He didn't have money, but he had something rare – a pure heart and a smile full of hope. His eyes carried dreams that Riya had never seen.
The First Meeting
One evening, after a tiring meeting, Riya stopped at a small café. She was wearing an expensive suit, looking powerful as always. People stared at her quietly.
Aarav was behind the counter. With a warm smile he said,"Good evening, ma'am. What would you like today? Coffee or something else?"
Normally, Riya ignored waiters, but his voice had a strange calmness. She paused for a moment and replied,"Cappuccino. Extra strong."
When Aarav brought the coffee to her table, he softly said,"You look really tired. Sometimes a little music makes the coffee taste better."
For the first time, Riya lifted her eyes and looked at him properly. He was in a simple shirt and jeans, but his eyes had confidence. Aarav picked up his guitar from the corner and played a light tune.
The café lights were dim, the evening breeze came through the window, and the soft guitar sound mixed with the smell of coffee. Riya sipped her drink, and after so many days, a real smile touched her face.
A Strange Feeling
Riya was surprised with herself. She had never felt her heart react like this to a poor stranger. But Aarav's voice, his style… they felt new, different.
It was just a small meeting, nothing more. But something had started. A spark.
When Riya left the café, she carried more than just the taste of coffee. She carried the echo of Aarav's music inside her heart.