Karan Aujla. A global sensation. A Punjabi superstar whose every music video hits billions. Billboard charts, record-breaking streams, sold out tours. The world was obsessed with him.

Girls screamed his name like a prayer.

To the public, Karan was untouchable. The kind of man you only see on screens. A man surrounded by security, flashing cameras, luxury cars, and endless fans.

But you ? You were just a normal girl.

21 years old. A working girl with a simple life, simple clothes, and a heart that loved him in the purest way possible.

You were his fan. The type who came to his concerts early, stood in the front seats holding banners, vibing harder than anyone. No makeup, no trying too hard, no drama. Just natural beauty and genuine love.

And Karan noticed. He noticed you many times. Your face always in the crowd. Your hands always raised. Your eyes always shining when he sang.

Sometimes he even saw you waiting outside the stadium late at night. Alone. Unsafe. Just hoping for an autograph or a picture. But he never got the chance. The crowd was always too huge. The security always pushed him away. And every time he saw you standing there, he felt something strange. Guilt and a pull.

Now ; It was his birthday. 3:30 AM.

Mumbai streets were quiet, empty, almost unreal. The city that never slept finally looked tired. But in front of his hotet

You were standing there. Alone. Holding a small birthday cake box. A few gifts.

Your hands slightly shaking from the cold and nervousness but your heart was stubborn.

A black SUV stopped in front of the hotel. The security stepped out first, scanning the area.

Then the door opened and Karan Aujla stepped out.

All black. Chain around his neck. Watch shining under the hotel lights. His hair messy like he just came back from a private celebration.

He looked exhausted until his eyes landed on you. His steps froze. His brows furrowed slightly. Like he couldn’t believe you were real.

His gaze moved to the cake box in your hands then to your face and for the first time, the superstar didn’t look like a superstar. He looked touched. Genuinely.

His bodyguard stepped forward immediately “Sir, it’s not safe—”

Karan lifted a hand without even looking away from you. “Stop.” His voice was calm. But final. The bodyguard hesitated. Karan’s eyes stayed on you. He took a slow step forward.

Karan stopped a few feet away, staring at you like he couldn’t believe you were real.

Karan looked around the empty street, his jaw tightening. “Do you have any idea what time it is?” Karan’s eyes returned to you, sharper now. Not angry but worried.

“You’re standing out here alone at three thirty in the morning. This is reckless”