Uttam. Perfect. Soundarya. Beautiful. He was an author. She despised his book. His work was about perfect society. He believed everything had to be perfect. She saw beauty in imperfections. She taught him how to see that beauty. She talked for an hour with him. That's it. He fell for her words and ideology. But she left him. They were like two parallel lines drawn in the space. Once they started their journey, they never met. He tried endlessly to draw perpendicular line but in vain. When she tried to draw, one of them reached the end point. He knew one thing for sure- he had never met someone like her. Warning: Unedited story. This is not a happy ending story, either. *** [Third person POV] [Completed] *** © 2017 by Likhitha Reddy