"A law student who had no time for anything "unnecessary" like poetry suddenly found himself wondering what else she wrote in her notebook."
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She crouched to pick it up, and without looking up, muttered, "Thanks," assuming he had pushed it toward her.
"I didn't," his voice was low, even.... detached but not uninstrested.
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Aarav S Raichand never believed in coincidences. For him, everything had a pattern-laws, arguments, people. That's why when the same girl appeared at least thrice in the last two weeks-once in the library, once outside the cafeteria, and once at the notice board-it felt less like chance and more like something trying to disrupt his well-arranged world.
Her name, he discovered, was Aradhya Tripathi. A final-year science student, known for her unmatched grades and a habit of quoting obscure poets during presentations. Bubbly, almost too friendly, yet oddly distant when it came to boys. Aarav had noticed that she laughed easily with girls in her circle, shared notes with juniors, and even helped strangers find classrooms-but the moment a guy approached her, her words shrank to the bare minimum.
He found it curious. Not because he wanted her attention, of course. He was Aarav S Raichand, top of his batch, cold, precise, untouchable. But curiosity had always been his weakness, and aradhya was starting to look like a puzzle.
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The first actual crossing of their paths happened in the library. Aarav had occupied his usual corner, surrounded by thick constitutional law books. Aradhya walked in with an armful of research papers, humming softly to herself. She didn't notice him at first-until one of her papers slipped, fluttering to the floor right beside his chair.
She crouched to pick it up, and without looking up, muttered, "Thanks," assuming he had pushed it toward her.
"I didn't," Aarav's voice was low, even.
She looked up, startled, her wide eyes meeting his for the first time. "Oh," she blinked, then smiled, a small, awkward smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. "Then... thanks for not stepping on it?"
That should have been the end of it. But somehow, Aarav found himself watching as she returned to her desk. Instead of diving straight into work, she scribbled a line in the corner of her notebook before beginning her research. He caught just enough of the words to recognize it wasn't science-it was a couplet, something lyrical.
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An ugly crash rang through the road, the car went straight through the roads devider, split in half. She was inside, with only one thought
"I was never mad at you"
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"God please save my child"
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"SHE WAS SUPPOSED TO DIE !!! THIS FREAKING LEECH-..HOW THE HELL SHE SURVIVED"
"sir the child couldn't survive the crash"
"great....great....now we begin with getting rid of this...burden. let's finally be free"
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