It was the second year of college, and the campus wore the kind of sunlight
that makes everything look more alive than usual. The breeze carried fragments
of laughter, footsteps, and the restless energy of youth. He never imagined
that a single glance could slow the world down—until that moment.
She
was standing there among the crowd, wearing a simple white kurti that made her
look almost untouched by the noise around her. There was something fragile and
new about her presence—a small-town girl suddenly dropped into the rhythm of a
big city. But it was her eyes that stopped him. Light brown, curious, carrying
the softness of innocence yet glimmering with an untold story. He found himself
staring, not in awe of beauty alone, but in disbelief that such a face existed
outside the realm of imagination.
He told himself to look away, but his eyes betrayed him.
Their first real interaction came almost by accident. He was talking to a
group of juniors, exchanging light-hearted introductions, when she quietly
stepped closer. He felt the air change. She didn't say much at first, just
listened—her gaze sharp yet unassuming, as if she were trying to piece him
together without words.
And then, she spoke.
"Can I have your number?" she asked, her tone casual, almost too casual, as
though it meant nothing.
He froze for a moment, caught between disbelief and a sudden rush of joy. He
tried to mask it with a calm smile, but inside, his heart thundered.
"Yeah, of course," he said, handing it over with fingers that betrayed a
slight tremor.
Their eyes met briefly, and he swore there was something in that glance—an
unspoken recognition, or maybe just his imagination trying to write poetry
where there was none.
When she walked away, he clutched his phone, waiting. Hoping. A number meant
possibility, and possibility was dangerous for someone like him—a dreamer who
believed that small beginnings could turn into forever
But
when the screen lit up later with her number in it , he couldn't bring himself
to text first. His courage always stumbled where his feelings ran deepest. And
so, their story began with silence—his heart overflowing with words he couldn't
yet send.