> Sometimes, love doesn't walk into your life.
It's been standing beside you since childhood —
waiting for the right moment to be seen. 💭
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Just an Ordinary Result Day
It was a normal day — the day my 10th-grade results were announced.
I scored 72%, and honestly, everyone was shocked. No one expected that from me. I wasn't the "top student" type. Even my family thought, "If Raz just passes, that's enough."
So when the result came, everyone — my parents, my relatives — they were all overjoyed. And for the first time, I felt proud of myself too.
Among those who congratulated me was my childhood friend, Ziya.
Our moms are best friends, and our dads are too. That's how we grew up — always together, always close.
Ziya had also gotten her result that day — 89%.
Her family was proud, but I wasn't surprised. She's always been brilliant, responsible, and kind — the total opposite of me.
From grades 1 to 6, we studied at the same school and even stayed in the same hostel. But later, she moved to another city for better studies, and I came back home.
My dad is a businessman, my mom is a doctor, Ziya's mom is a Chartered Accountant, and her dad is also a doctor.
Funny thing — my parents actually fell in love through Ziya's parents! Their friendship turned into something like destiny, and since then, both families have always been close.
My parents run a hospital called R.K.A Hospital, and Ziya's family owns a company where my elder brother also works.
My brother studies engineering at IIT Bombay, and he was the one who told me, "Find a good college for yourself this year."
So I did. And then Dad said, "If Ziya is taking admission somewhere, go there too. She's choosing commerce like you."
I liked that idea. I called Ziya, and she said yes. Her mom said they'd visit the next day for admission.
It had been so long since we met. I told her, "Bring me chocolates when you come!"
She laughed and said, "Okay, fine!"
The next day, she came with her parents.
We all went to the new school together — it was huge, clean, and full of energy. The hostel looked nice too, though a bit old.
Our family's driver, RG Da, who has been with us for years, helped us find a room. He said,
> "I know a good one, sir. It's meant for students."
Dad replied,
> "Alright, let's see it."
The room was perfect — neat, cozy, and bright.
Mom said, "Ziya will stay with you here."
They set up everything — beds, pillows, blankets — and by evening, we were settled in.
That night, I locked the door and got ready for bed.
Ziya looked a bit nervous and said,
> "Raz… can I sleep next to you? I get scared alone."
I laughed.
> "What if Mom finds out?"
She grinned.
> "She won't! Don't be silly."
I grabbed my blanket, but she said,
> "Hey, you didn't bring an extra one, right? Don't worry, we can share mine."
I hesitated.
> "It's freezing in here — the AC's on full blast!"
She smiled, teasing,
> "Then come closer, you'll be fine."
I rolled my eyes but agreed.
We lay there quietly for a while. Then she whispered,
> "Raz, can you believe how much we've grown up? You'll be 18 soon."
I smiled.
> "Yeah… time flies. Remember how we used to fight over crayons and snacks? Now we're talking about college and results."
She chuckled softly, then went quiet again.
> "Hey… what happened to your girlfriend? You don't talk to her anymore."
I sighed and told her about the breakup.
She looked sad, like she felt it too.
Then she said,
> "Don't cry, okay? If you cry, I'll start crying too. I don't like seeing you hurt."
Her words made my chest tighten a bit.
Then, suddenly, she looked at me and said something I'll never forget —
> "Raz… can I tell you something? I've always loved you. But I never said it before because you were already in a relationship. I didn't want to come between you two."
I froze for a moment.
Before I could say anything, she hugged me — a soft, trembling hug.
> "I don't know what you'll say," she whispered, "but I really love you."
I held her close and said quietly,
> "Thank you… so much."
That night, we both fell asleep in each other's arms.
The next morning, Mom called us for breakfast.
I unlocked the door and went to wake Ziya. She was standing near the window, her hair messy, sunlight on her face — she looked perfect.
I walked up, hugged her from behind, and said,
> "I love you too. Don't ever leave me."
She turned around with tears in her eyes and whispered,
> "Thank you, Raz… I'll never leave you."
We had breakfast with our families, and Dad told us we could go shopping for hostel things.
So we went out with RG Da, bought some stuff, grabbed lunch, and came back.
It was just another ordinary day —
But for me, it was the day my life quietly changed forever. 💖
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Please check out part 2