On the other side of the world, in a city glowing with luxury and cameras, Sita Rathod was growing into the kind of girl every magazine dreamed of capturing — but few ever truly understood.
Now fourteen years old and in class 8, she was breathtakingly beautiful — not in a delicate way, but with a presence that demanded attention. Her soft white skin, touched with a faint golden glow from her Indian roots, seemed to shine under any light. Her ruby-blue eyes sparkled like twin gems, and her long yellow-black mixed hair, styled with effortless grace, gave her the aura of a royal lady from another era.
Every morning, her life began not with chaos, but with calm luxury. Her driver waited beside a sleek BMW or Ferrari, and as she stepped out in her elegant school uniform, heads always turned. But Sita didn't care for pretty boys or admiration. She had seen too many faces pretending to be kind, only to chase her money or fame. Over time, she learned the hard truth — people loved what she had, not who she was.
At school, she had only two real friends ,those two are ramya and aysa and together they formed their own small circle. During class breaks or lunch, they sat quietly, talking softly while others whispered about them from a distance. The once bubbly, innocent girl who cried not to go to kindergarten was gone; in her place stood a mature, composed, and quietly lonely girl.
Her mother's influence as a fashion designer had shaped her into a prodigy of style. She knew fabrics, cuts, and design theory better than most adults. At home, her sketches filled notebooks, each dress more elegant than the last — inspired by British 90s vintage fashion, the kind that covered gracefully yet revealed beauty through sophistication. She didn't follow trends; she created them.
In Online, Sita was very famous. Her YouTube and Instagram were filled with vlogs, outfit showcases, and cheerful smiles. Millions adored her for her elegance, laughter, and "perfect life." But that was just one side — a well-dressed illusion. In reality, Sita was like Alya from Alya Sometimes Hides Her Feelings in Russian (it's a anime)— a girl who hid her real emotions behind calm smiles and a perfectly composed demeanor.
Whenever she stepped outside, bodyguards followed. Their presence was meant for protection, but to Sita, they were invisible walls. Nobody dared approach her freely. She couldn't go out for ice cream with friends or walk barefoot on grass like other kids. Her fame and wealth had created a cage made of gold.
She spent hours in the gym and yoga sessions, not out of vanity, but discipline — she wanted control over her life and her body. Her toned figure, graceful posture, and strong presence made her look like a living Disney princess. In fact, she had grown up watching Disney movies endlessly, dreaming not of becoming a superhero or warrior, but a fashion designer for princesses — one who could make dreams sparkle through dresses.
Sometimes, late at night, she sat in front of her mirror after streaming a vlog, wiping away makeup and whispering to her cat, "They love the girl on the screen, not the real me…"
Behind the royal looks, fame, and perfection — sita was still that little girl who wanted real friendship, warmth, and someone who would see her for who she truly was.
She didn't know it yet, but soon, fate was preparing to cross her path again with someone who had changed just as much — a boy with wolf-cut hair, shy eyes, and a heart full of fire.
And when that moment came… both their worlds would never be the same again.