The city never sleeps, but sometimes, it dreams.

Shiddhant

He was a writer ~ a struggling one. His days were spent typing away at a small café in Mumbai, pitching scripts that never got picked, and watching life happen around him. He wasn’t bitter, just… waiting. Then one day, life walked in wearing red stilettos (well, i am not much fashion person, but indeed I love her stilettos)

Ira Malhotra.

She wasn’t just any actress - she was the actress. The kind who made headlines just by stepping out for coffee. The kind men dreamed of but never dared to approach. Shiddhant had admired her from afar, like everyone else, never expecting their worlds to...