In Chandigarh, everyone knew Yuvraj Singh. He came from one of the richest families in the city. His father owned a successful business empire, and Yuvraj had grown up getting almost everything he wanted. He was spoiled. Stubborn. Childish. Reckless. And completely used to getting his way. His black luxury car was a familiar sight around college. He was almost always surrounded by his closest friends, especially Armaan Malhotra, his childhood best friend. Yuvraj and Armaan had practically grown up together. If Yuvraj was there, Armaan was usually somewhere nearby. And if Armaan was there, his girlfriend Mira wasn't far away either. Mira had been dating Armaan for quite some time, and she was also one of Yuvraj's closest friends. But there was one person in Armaan's family whom Yuvraj had never really known. His younger sister. Heer Malhotra. He had heard about her many times. But he had never actually met her. Heer had spent several years abroad with her family for her studies. Now, after finishing school, she had decided to return to India and continue her education in Chandigarh. And today was her first day at their college. Yuvraj's Type Yuvraj had never been interested in relationships. His friends flirted. He didn't. Girls tried to get his attention. He ignored them. He had seen enough of the party scene to know exactly what he didn't want. He didn't want a girlfriend who was constantly partying, drinking, using drugs, or chasing attention. He wanted someone completely different. Someone simple. Traditional. Family-oriented. Someone who preferred a peaceful evening over a loud party. Someone who dressed modestly because that was simply who she was—not because someone forced her to. Someone who didn't drink or use drugs. Someone kind, genuine, and grounded. His friends often teased him about his impossible expectations. One evening, Armaan laughed. "You are looking for a girl who doesn't exist." Yuvraj shook his head. "She exists. I just haven't met her yet." Mira laughed. "You have rejected half the college without even speaking to them." "I know what I want." Armaan smirked. "And what happens when you finally meet her?" Yuvraj leaned back with a confident smile. "Then I'll know." He had no idea that the girl he had been describing was about to walk straight into his life. Heer Returns The next morning, a car stopped outside the Malhotra house. Heer stepped out. She was finally home. She looked around the familiar street with a bright smile. After years abroad, being back in Chandigarh felt strangely comforting. Her mother hugged her tightly. "Welcome home, sweetheart." Heer laughed. "I missed this place so much." Armaan came downstairs a moment later. He looked at his sister and smiled. "Look who finally decided to come back." Heer rolled her eyes. "Don't start." Armaan laughed and pulled her into a hug. "I can't believe you're actually going to my college." "I know. And you better not embarrass me." "I make no promises." Heer smiled. She was wearing a simple pastel-colored salwar kameez with delicate embroidery and a neatly arranged dupatta. Her style was graceful and traditional. She wasn't trying to impress anyone. She simply dressed the way she felt comfortable. Mira arrived shortly afterward. The moment she saw Heer, she rushed toward her. "Heer!" Heer laughed and hugged her. "I missed you!" "I missed you too!" Mira had known Heer for years, even while Heer was abroad. Their friendship had survived the distance. And now they were finally going to attend the same college. Mira turned toward Armaan. "You didn't tell me she was coming today." "I wanted to surprise you." Mira smiled. "Well, you succeeded." At College Meanwhile, Yuvraj was sitting with Armaan and a few other friends near the college courtyard. He was leaning back casually, scrolling through his phone. Mira walked toward them. "Where is Heer?" Armaan looked at the entrance. "She should be here any minute." Yuvraj finally looked up. "Heer?" Armaan nodded. "My sister." Yuvraj frowned slightly. "Your sister is joining our college?" "Yes." "You never told me." "I've mentioned her a hundred times." "I don't remember." Armaan laughed. "Of course you don't." Just then, Mira suddenly smiled and looked toward the entrance. "There she is." Armaan turned. Yuvraj followed his gaze without much interest. And then he saw her.