Aarav had always watched life quietly, as if he were standing slightly outside it. He believed some people were to feel deeply but speak less, and he had made peace with that. Until Meera’s laughter colored his world.Their houses stood facing each other, separated only by a narrow road and a line of old trees. Every morning, Aarav would step out with a cup of tea, pretending to check his phone, while secretly waiting for the sound of her gate opening. Meera would water the plants in her small garden, humming softly, her hair loosely tied, her eyes carrying ...Read More

Time moved on, silently.Not the kind of time that announces itself with change, but the kind that passes quietly, feelings untouched.Meera didn’t send messages.She didn’t call.And Aarav didn’t ask.He already knew—she loved him. He had seen it once, clearly, in her eyes. That truth had never faded. But knowing someone loves you and being able to be with them are two very different things. Silence slowly became their language, and Aarav carried it without complaint.He stopped waiting for notifications.He stopped checking his phone at night.But he never stopped remembering.Some days were heavier than others. Especially when memories returned uninvited—moments ...Read More