In a world that broke me, she was the one who led me home.💫 Riya: sharp edges, colder than winter rain. The girl who learned too early that trust is a luxury and softness is a trap. She moves like a storm in heels, fueled by ambition alone. Money. Power. Success. That’s her holy trinity. And love? She swears she doesn’t need it. Not from a man. Not from the world. She built herself on her own spine. Unbent. Unbroken. Unapologetic. Pooja: sunshine wrapped in a soft cardigan. A girl who still believes in people even when people didn’t believe in her. She carries her scars like flowers, gently, proudly. Always smiling. Always hoping. She trusts first and heals later. She is the “I’m right here, no matter what” kind of heart. The kind Riya pretends she doesn’t need… but secretly cannot breathe without. Because Pooja is the North Star of Riya’s chaotic universe — the only constant in a sky full of falling pieces. Where Riya burns, Pooja glows. Where Riya pushes the world away, Pooja holds it together with tiny, stubborn love. One is fire. The other is dawn. Together they’re the rebirth no destiny could predict.