Author's Note / Blurb:Some days feel like glass—clear, fragile, and easily overlooked. Ryu thought this PTM would be just another ordinary day, but silence, stolen glances, and a mysterious letter turn it into something she can't ignore. Between quiet prayers, secret worries, and Rey's unsettling attention, her world is shifting in ways she never expected. Will anyone notice her cracks before they widen—or is this just the beginning of something bigger?
💔 She was fading. He was the only one who noticed.
💌 Comment your theory about who sent the letter!
"Some days feel like glass—clear, breakable, and unnoticed."
Ryu thought this was just another PTM. But when silence grows louder than words and a mysterious letter arrives... everything changes.
📌 Blurb:
Ryu never liked PTMs. Not because of her grades—but because they reminded her of everything she couldn't say. And maybe because... this time, she felt even more alone. But what she doesn't know? She's being watched—not just by her teacher, but by someone who notices the shift in her every breath.
She never liked PTM days.
The school felt quieter than usual, hallways echoing with footsteps of polished shoes and parental expectations. Ryu walked silently behind her uncle and aunt, her face partially hidden beneath a loose hoodie, hands tucked inside her jeans pocket.
Her classmates were scattered around the corridors with their parents—laughing, chatting, pointing at the notice boards.
No one looked her way.
Not Maya.
Not Kabir.
Not even Ravi, who always at least smiled.
Ryu's POV
I stood there, quietly, in the middle of the corridor — noise all around me, but none meant for me.
Maya, Kabir, Ravi, Avyan... they were there. Laughing. Talking. Planning something, maybe.
But not with me.
Not about me.
I smiled — just a flicker, like a reflex. But inside? It felt like a hollow echo.
Was it me?
Did I say something wrong?
Did I become too quiet... or just too invisible?
I wasn't angry. I was used to this feeling.
That slow, sinking one — like watching people you care about move ahead, while you're standing still.
I shoved my hands into the pocket of my hoodie, hiding the way they trembled.
Maybe they were busy. Maybe it was nothing.
But still, it hurt. Quietly.
And the worst part?
I didn't want to ask.
I didn't want to look needy.
So I stayed silent.
Smiled when they glanced.
Nodded when they joked.
Pretended like I wasn't falling apart inside.
She didn't expect much. But today, the silence felt sharp.
Ryu's POV :Why does it sting more when they avoid you without reason?
I'm used to distance. But today... I hoped.
Stupid, Ryu. Just keep walking.
Inside the classroom, she chose a corner desk, letting her uncle and aunt speak to the teacher.
She zoned out—until she felt it.
Eyes.
Watching.
She looked up—Rey was already turning away, arms crossed, leaning against the wall like he didn't care.
But his glance lingered too long.
And his eyes weren't unreadable this time.
Rey's POV :
She's not okay.
Why does that bother me today, of all days?
Why does her silence feel louder than the rest of the class?
Mrs. Sinha, their class teacher, raised a brow when she looked over Ryu's PTM file.
"Parents didn't come?"
"My uncle and aunt are here," Ryu replied, her voice calm, hiding the storm inside.
The teacher nodded, but Ryu's breathing became heavy.
She stood. "Can I—go outside for a bit?"
Outside the corridor, Ryu leaned against the cold wall, head low. She didn't cry. She never did.
Then, a paper cup appeared in front of her.
"Drink," Rey said simply.
She took it without looking at him. The water was cool. Calming.
"Thanks... Reyan singh kashyap."
Reyan's POV
Her voice.
For the first time, she said my name — Reyan. Not "hey," not "you," not anything distant. Just... me.
It wasn't loud.
It wasn't even confident.
But it hit like thunder.
I didn't realize I had been waiting to hear it. Waiting for that small crack in her wall.
And when it came, I saw it — the ache behind her eyes, the way her fingers curled into her sleeves, the way she avoided looking directly at me.
She was breaking. Quietly.
And I hated that I couldn't stop it.
But maybe... just maybe, she was letting me in.
Even if for a moment.
Even if it hurt.
She said Reyan — and now, everything has changed.
His name on her lips startled them both.
"You okay?"
She just nodded. Nothing more.
Later, Rey offered quietly, "We all were thinking... you should come. Everyone's meeting later today. Chill stuff. I'll text."
She blinked. "Everyone?"
He nodded.
But something about his voice... it felt rehearsed.
That evening, after returning home, Ryu climbed the stairs to the terrace temple. She folded her hands before her Kuldevi, whispering a silent prayer.
Not for friends. Not for understanding.
Just peace.
Ryu's POV
The temple corner of our home was quiet, lit only by the flicker of a single diya. The scent of dhoop and tulsi leaves clung to the air like a whisper.
I knelt down, folding my hands. My forehead touched the cool floor.
Silence.
I didn't know what to say. I never really did.
Not to people.
Not even to Her.
But today... it felt heavier. Heavier than usual.
So I whispered — not out loud, not even in words.
Just feelings. Just broken pieces.
Why does it feel like I'm not enough sometimes?
Why does it feel like everyone is slipping away?
Why am I still hoping someone will just... stay?
I didn't ask for much. I never did.
I just wanted someone to notice without me having to scream.
The flame flickered gently, like a breath. A soft wind, or maybe... an answer.
I closed my eyes.
Maybe She heard me.
Maybe She always does — even when I stay silent.
Even when I smile too much.
Even when I hurt.
"Protect them," I whispered. "Even if they forget me... please don't let anything happen to them."
That was all.
No demands. No complaints.
Just love. Quiet love.
The kind that never asks for anything in return.
The kind that leaves you aching, yet still praying.
That night, while checking her bag, she found a small folded note with no name.
"Don't be sad tomorrow.
Some surprises are worth waiting for."
She stared at it. Her fingers trembled slightly.
Maya's POV:She's going to cry when she sees it all.
She thinks we forgot. She has no idea.Ravi's POV:I just hope Rey doesn't mess it up with his awkwardness.Rey: The room was dim, lit only by the low blue light of his phone and a single desk lamp. A half-burnt cigar lay forgotten in the ashtray. On the wall — CCTV footage flickered silently. A black duffel bag sat under the table. Loaded.
Rey leaned back, eyes narrowed. He clicked open the chat.
REYAN:
Miss Sensitive.
Meet me tomorrow. 5:30 PM.park . Don't ignore this.
REYAN:
I'm not asking.
He hit send.
A knock came on the door.
Two men entered, wearing black, no expressions.
"Done," one said. "He won't talk again. And the shipment's rerouted— just like you wanted."
Rey didn't even look up. "What about his brother?"
"Still missing."
Rey's jaw tightened. "Find him. Or his grave. I don't care which."
The men nodded and left. Door shut. Silence.
He leaned forward, fingers tapping the table lightly.
A photo peeked out from under a folder — an old one. Blurry. A girl laughing in a school corridor. Ryu.
He stared at it a little too long.
Rey's POV
She still calls me Rey, even when she's mad.
But today... no reply. Not even a dot.
Did I push too far?
Or is she just tired of pretending she doesn't feel the pull?
She always hated lies.
That's what makes this worse — because I am one.
A walking contradiction. A secret wrapped in another secret.
I touch fire. I hold blades.
But when it comes to her... I hesitate.
Just one word from her. One sentence.
And I'd burn the world.
Or rebuild it — for her.
But she doesn't know that.
Not yet.
Rey (11:48 PM):
Miss Sensitive.
You look angry even in your sleep.
Stop overthinking. Meet me tomorrow. We'll talk.
He hovered over the keyboard, then added,
Don't ignore. Or I'll send 4 pizzas at 2 AM.
He smirked faintly — the kind that only came when she was involved.
Just when he turned away, his phone buzzed again.
Ryu (12:01 AM):
Yes, Mr. Devil.
Now let me sleep. Or I'll curse you in 4 languages.
His fingers paused above the keypad. A rare smile curved on his face.
He replied with just:
"Sleep. I'll handle the rest."
He placed the phone beside him and stared out the window into the night.
"They don't need to know what you are to me," he whispered to the stars.
"But one day... they will."
Click. The safety went off the pistol. The next deal wasn't going to be pretty.
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