Love Beyond the Moon
There was a boy named Ayan.
He was quiet, simple, and mostly unnoticed in a crowd. But inside his heart he carried a whole world. And in that world, there was only one person.
Her name was Neela.
Ayan first saw her on a rainy day near the college gate. Her hair was slightly wet, and she had a soft smile on her face. At that moment, Ayan felt as if time had stopped.
From that day, his life slowly began to revolve around her.
But Ayan was not good at expressing his feelings. Instead of speaking, he wrote.
In notebooks.
In letters.
In the quiet of lonely nights.
One day he wrote:
"I love you more than the moon."
The letter reached Neela. She read it and laughed a little.
"That sounds like a movie dialogue," she said.
Ayan only smiled. He didn't argue.
Because sometimes the deepest love is silent.
Days passed.
Ayan was always there for Neela. Whenever she needed help, he appeared. Sometimes people mocked him. Sometimes he was insulted. Still, he never stopped caring.
His friends often told him,
"She will never understand."
But Ayan always replied softly,
"One day she will."
Then one day, Ayan suddenly stopped coming to college.
One day passed.
Then another.
Then a week.
At first, Neela didn't notice much.
But one afternoon in the library, she found a notebook. It belonged to Ayan.
She opened it.
Her name was written again and again across the pages.
Neela.
Neela.
Neela.
On the last page it said:
"If one day you understand my love, maybe I will already be far away."
For the first time, Neela felt something shake inside her heart.
After that, she began searching for him.
She asked friends, visited familiar places, the old tea stall, the empty college field.
But Ayan was nowhere.
Finally, she heard the news.
Ayan was no longer in this world.
The moment she heard it, everything felt silent.
Memories started returning to her — the letters, the quiet care, the boy who loved her more than anyone.
The love she never understood.
That night, the moon was bright in the sky.
Neela sat alone on the rooftop.
Suddenly she remembered his words.
"I love you more than the moon."
Tears rolled down her face.
She finally understood something painful:
Sometimes people realize love too late.
And when they do, the person who loved them is already gone.
But somewhere, in the quiet light of the moon, Ayan's love still seemed to exist.