"Unspoken Words, Unseen Feelings"
Jay: "You should pair up with Ansh!"
Aarvi (smiling with playful excitement in her heart): "Jay, you’ll live a thousand years!" (laughs) "Hey, Mister Crybaby, will you dance with me?"
Ansh (hesitating slightly, a trace of confusion in his eyes): "Umm... I..."
Aarvi (teasing with a mischievous glance): "What are you thinking? I'm not proposing marriage!"
Ansh (with a gentle smile): "Okay..."
Jay: "Then hurry and get your names registered. The deadline is coming up!"
Aarvi: "Let’s go, Mister Crybaby."
Ansh (after a brief pause): "Let’s go..."
(The duo gets their names officially entered for the performance.)
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Aarvi (with confident determination): "Mister Crybaby, we need to practice more… and you need to drop that ‘peaceful monk’ mood of yours! People who live in constant silence like you might even bore themselves."
(They both laugh.)
Ansh (with a slight smile): "Okay. Full practice from tomorrow. We have to win!"
Aarvi (with a sparkle in her eyes): "Now that’s the spirit, Mister Crybaby!"
Ansh: "Alright, madam. See you tomorrow."
Aarvi (mocking surprise): "Wow! So Mister Crybaby can joke too?!"
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The next day…
Aarvi’s face glowed in a special way today. There was an unspoken joy in her eyes, like calm waves brushing against her heart.
Ansh (with a soft smile): "Hi, madam..."
Aarvi: "Speak, Mister Crybaby..."
Ansh: "There’s a small issue..."
Aarvi (half-concerned, half-playful): "Now what?"
Ansh: "Which song should we choose?"
Aarvi (playfully annoyed): "Why do I have to do everything? Can’t you handle anything?"
Ansh: "I was going to pick one, but I thought I’d get your opinion first..."
Aarvi (pleasantly surprised): "Look at that! Mister Crybaby’s turning into a proper gentleman?"
(They laugh.)
(Ansh selects a song, and they begin practicing with full dedication. As Aarvi dances, Ansh finds himself quietly mesmerized she looks even more beautiful than before. For a moment, he’s lost in thought.)
Aarvi (noticing): "Hey, Mister Crybaby, where did you drift off to?"
Ansh (snapping back, smiling): "Nowhere..."
Aarvi (lightly nudging): "The dance will be fine, but what about the outfit?"
Ansh: "Let’s go shopping tomorrow?"
Aarvi: "Nope. Not going."
Ansh: "What?! Why?"
Aarvi (laughing): "We’re not just going you’re going to run, Mister Crybaby!"
(They laugh again.)
Aarvi: "I’ll send you the location. Come pick me up."
Ansh (softly): "Okay..."
Aarvi: "Oh, you dodo! Give me your number first!"
Ansh: "Yeah, sure..."
(She saves his number. For some reason, the moment felt different — especially for Ansh. His heart beat just a little faster.)
You might think they were close friends, so of course she'd have his number. But Ansh wasn’t someone people noticed much. Even in Aarvi’s group, he was mostly invisible. A quiet presence, lost in his own world. But now, Aarvi had started making him a part of hers. And now, she even had his number...
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That night...
Ansh was getting ready to sleep when a message pinged on his phone. It was from Aarvi.
Aarvi: "Be on time tomorrow at this location. Good night."
Ansh (smiling softly): "Good night..."
(He picks up his diary from the table, opens to a blank page, and lifts his pen. But tonight, the ink didn’t just form words — it carried emotions he hadn’t yet dared to say out loud.)
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That night, under the dim light of his room, Ansh wrote not just in his diary he unknowingly began writing a new chapter of his life. A chapter where silence started to speak, and hearts began to listen.
