The sky above the city was unusually clear that night. Stars glittered like shy diamonds, peeking through the quiet darkness, while the world below remained indifferent to their watchful glow.
Nineteen-year-old Sakthi stood on the rooftop of his worn-down hostel, arms crossed, eyes locked onto a single flickering star. The wind tugged gently at his oversized shirt, as if trying to comfort him. But comfort didn't come easily these days.
He was... different.
Heavyset, with dark-toned skin that drew mocking whispers rather than admiration.
An orphan with no past, no family, and lately—no friends worth remembering.
Memories clung to him like scars—laughs behind his back, betrayal from those he once trusted. Even after finishing school, even as he was about to step into the world as a working adult, Sakthi's heart carried a weight heavier than any textbook he had ever studied.
And yet... he still talked to the stars.
"Hey... if you're really listening up there," he muttered softly, his voice almost trembling, "Can you be my friend?"
Far beyond Earth, beyond the galaxy's edge, a different star began to stir. It wasn't a star at all—but the royal palace of Planet Gravitas, a shimmering world governed by balance and force. And inside its crystalline towers stood Princess Vaishnavi—the pride of the Gravity Kingdom.
She was radiant—brilliant beyond words. Her silver hair flowed like liquid starlight, her skin glowed softly in the moon-hue of her planet, and her eyes sparkled like distant galaxies. But her beauty was only skin-deep. Beneath the glow, a storm brewed—a heart laced with arrogance.
To her, anything less than perfection was disgraceful.
Especially... Earthlings.
Especially... those with dark skin.
And so, the Supreme Lord of the Cosmos watched, and judged. With eyes that saw through time and spirit, he deemed her soul in need of humility.
Thus, a curse was born.
> "You, Vaishnavi—beloved daughter of the Gravity King, shall marry a boy whose skin you once mocked. You shall walk his path, share his struggles, suffer his sorrow—and only then shall your spirit be free."
And so the search began.
Across stars and dimensions, the curse stretched toward Earth—toward the very rooftop where a lonely boy named Sakthi whispered to the sky, wishing for a friend.
Their fates had already collided.
She was a princess cursed to learn love.
He was a boy forgotten by the world.
And somewhere in between, the stars began to shift.