Love at first sight = Rahu’s drama

They entered the room—and time stuttered. A glance, a spark, a feeling too big for that one second. Your pulse quickened, your thoughts scattered. Was it love? Or was it Rahu?

In Vedic astrology, Rahu doesn’t whisper—he shouts. He doesn’t ask for permission—he crashes through the door. When he touches the realms of love, especially the 5th or 7th house, something shifts. Fast. Dramatic. Irresistible. That rush you felt? That sudden certainty? That was Rahu weaving his illusion.

He doesn’t deal in truth. He deals in projection, obsession, urgency. You don’t fall in love—you fall into a spell. It feels like fate. Like destiny itself just spun you around. But what you’re seeing isn’t them. It’s your own longing, amplified. The ideal you craved now wears someone’s face. And Rahu is laughing softly, watching the scene unfold.

There might be karma here. A sense that you’ve known them before. A pull that defies logic. Rahu often brings people from unfinished stories—past-life echoes that crash into the present. But this doesn’t mean it’s meant to last. It means you’re meant to learn.

And with Rahu, the learning is rarely gentle.

After the high, comes the fall. The pedestal crumbles. The real person emerges. Their flaws, their complexity. The dream unravels. And you’re left wondering—was it ever real?

But Rahu’s gift is clarity through contrast. He shows you what illusion feels like so you’ll recognize truth when it arrives. He teaches by exaggerating desire until it bursts. And in that collapse, something truer can begin.

So, yes—maybe love at first sight was Rahu’s doing. A shadow wrapped in starlight. But when the shimmer fades, look again. What remains? If it’s still there—real, steady, flawed—that’s love worth keeping.

Not the drama. But the depth that follows it.