Prologue

Architecture is not just about buildings—it's about balance. Strength. Knowing where the weight of a structure should fall so it doesn't collapse.

Anjali had spent years designing her life with the same precision. Rules. Discipline. No distractions.

She had loved and lost, learned and rebuilt. Now, at 29, she was back where she belonged—teaching at one of Mumbai's most prestigious universities, shaping young minds with her no-nonsense approach.

Then came Kabir Malhotra.

Twenty-three. Sharp-witted. Brilliant, but reckless. He saw design in ways that fascinated and infuriated her.

He wasn't supposed to get under her skin.

She wasn't supposed to notice him like that.

But every blueprint has its flaws. Every structure has its weak points.

And somewhere between heated arguments and stolen glances, Anjali found hers.

Him.