The morning sun filtered through the neem leaves as Ann walked toward college, books clutched to her chest. Beside her, Meera chattered about classes, but Ann's mind was elsewhere.
Meera narrowed her eyes. "Ann, you're not listening. You've been like this for days. Spill it."
Ann sighed, slowing her pace. "Meera… you know about Dennis, don't you?"
Meera smirked. "Of course. The whole village knows. A city software engineer falling for our Ann? How could they not?"
Ann flushed. "Don't tease. I… I don't know what to think. He's so direct, so sure. And when I'm around him… my heart—" She stopped, biting her lip.
Meera's eyes widened in delight. "Your heart what?"
Ann turned away. "It doesn't stay quiet. But Meera, isn't it too soon? I hardly know him."
Meera placed a hand on her shoulder. "Sometimes, Ann, it's not about time. It's about truth. If he's genuine, your heart will know before your mind does."
Ann stared at her friend, the words sinking deep. Maybe that's why I can't stop thinking of him.
Meanwhile, at Jacob's house, Dennis leaned against the veranda railing, speaking quietly.
"Jacob, she still looks uncertain. I don't want to pressure her. But I don't want to lose her either."
Jacob crossed his arms. "Dennis, you've done more than most men would. You spoke to her father first, you're open about your feelings. Give her space now. If you rush her, she'll pull away."
Dennis exhaled slowly. "I know. It's just… when I saw her last night, serving tea, smiling even for a second—I felt like that smile was meant for me."
Jacob chuckled. "Careful, cousin. You're becoming a poet."
But Dennis only looked toward the distant road, determination in his eyes. No matter how long it takes, I'll wait.
Back at college, Ann and Meera sat beneath the old banyan tree after class. A few classmates walked by, whispering and giggling.
Meera frowned. "Did you notice? They're talking about you."
Ann's stomach tightened. "What are they saying?"
"Just silly gossip," Meera replied quickly. "That Dennis comes from the city, that he'll never stay in a village, that you'll be forgotten if you go with him."
Ann's throat ached. She stared at the roots of the banyan tree. Why does happiness always come with whispers?
Meera touched her hand gently. "Don't let them shake you. You have your family's support. And… I've seen the way he looks at you, Ann. That's not a man who will forget."
Ann closed her eyes, the warmth of those words battling the chill of doubt.