When I started writing this story, I had two different endings in mind. I thought I would take the story in one particular direction, but I couldn’t decide which ending was better. So, I’m sharing both endings here and leaving it up to you to decide which one suits the story best.
Coaching Wala Pyaar: A
Sikar — a small town in Rajasthan where every year, thousands of students arrive with dreams in their eyes — dreams of cracking the JEE, clearing NEET, or securing a government job.
The cold mornings of Sikar feel like a sage’s meditation. The aroma of steaming tea in narrow lanes, the tinkling of bicycle bells, and the crowd gathered outside coaching centers create a world of their own. Amidst this crowd was one face — Ankit.
Ankit, a boy from a modest rural background, had depth in his eyes and a clear purpose — to become a government school teacher in Rajasthan. He had lost his father in childhood. His mother raised him by working in their small farm and toiling in others' fields. Her hope and the village’s poverty were both etched in Ankit’s eyes.
He arrived in Sikar — settled in a small rented room that offered a view of a blank wall through the window, but had enough space for dreams to take flight. He’d rush to Sharma Sir’s coaching in the morning, teach tuition classes in the afternoon, and study late into the night.
It was at this coaching center where he first saw her — Priyanka.
A girl from Udaipur. Loose hair, a confident face, and answers to every question. Her voice added a chirp to the serious atmosphere of the classroom. Ankit had noticed her the very first day she entered the coaching. But he never said a word.
Days passed. He would catch a glimpse of her every day. For him, coaching had now become more than just about studying — it had become a habit, a routine to see her smile.
One day, Priyanka approached Ankit and said, “You’re really good at polity, right? I have a few doubts.”
Ankit froze for a moment, and that’s how their friendship began.
They started spending time together — sometimes exchanging notes, sometimes sitting together in the library. But Ankit still couldn't express what he felt. His heart screamed, “Tell her!” but his lips always fell silent.
Priyanka was an open book — she would share everything, about her family, her dreams — and Ankit would simply listen.
He feared that if he ever confessed, this friendship would end.
One rainy day, they stood under a roof outside the coaching center. Priyanka smiled and said, “Strange, isn’t it? It rains in Sikar too. I always thought this town only raised dust.”
Ankit replied with a smile, “Even the rains in Sikar are as real as the dreams it holds.”
She looked at him and smiled. That smile said so much to Ankit — but he still stayed quiet.
One day, Priyanka gave him a handwritten card — “To my best friend — You’re very special, Ankit.”
That night, Ankit couldn't sleep. Tears rolled down his cheeks — he knew the word ‘friendship’ had now become a wall.
He could only see her, silently love her, but never say it aloud.
Days later, rumors spread that Priyanka was returning to Udaipur — due to some family issue.
Ankit broke down. For the first time, he felt truly defeated. He went to the station, just to see her one last time. From a distance, he stood quietly and placed a letter inside her book — “I love you, but perhaps I’m too late to say it now.”
Priyanka boarded the train. Ankit watched her leave — for the last time.
Then came the time for the exam. Ankit buried himself in books. Now, the only thing left was his mother’s dream.
He took the exam, and waited. Each day felt heavier than the last, but he kept himself busy teaching.
One day, the result came — Ankit had been selected. He was now a government school teacher. His mother’s eyes filled with tears — tears of pride.
The very next day, he went to Udaipur — to tell Priyanka, hoping perhaps something still remained. But what he heard shook him to the core.
Priyanka was no more. A road accident had taken her away.
Ankit sat by the roadside — where sunlight and shadow played together. His tears wouldn't stop. In his pocket was the new letter he had written for her — but now, there was no one left to receive it.
All he found was an old diary that Priyanka had left for him. One page read:
“Not everything needs to be said in words. Sometimes, the language of the eyes is enough. Ankit, if you're reading this, I hope your dream has come true. You’re a good person — there's no one like you.”
From that day on, Ankit changed. He carried that love within — unspoken, yet a part of him forever.
Today, he is a teacher at a government school. Every morning, when he teaches his students, he sees himself in their eyes. And every year, on result day, he leaves a letter in the school library — for those students who were never able to say what they felt.
There’s still a diary on his table — the one that says, “Coaching Wala Pyaar.”
Friends, sometimes life changes with just few unsaid words. So if your heart holds something for someone, say it — time is never certain. Because when feelings remain unspoken, their silence echoes for a lifetime
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OiCoaching Wala Pyaar: B
The cold mornings of Sikar feel like a sage’s meditation. The aroma of tea, the ringing of bicycle bells, and the crowds outside coaching centers create a unique world. Among them was one face — Ankit.
Ankit came from a rural background, with depth in his eyes and a clear dream — to become a government school teacher in Rajasthan. His father had passed away when he was a child, and his mother had raised him through sheer hard work in the fields.
He came to Sikar — lived in a small rented room. Coaching in the morning, tutoring kids in the afternoon, and his own studies at night.
It was in this coaching center that he first met Priyanka — a confident girl from Jaipur. Her laughter, her way of speaking, and her passion for studying made her stand out. The first time Ankit saw her, he felt something — but he remained silent.
One day, Priyanka asked him for help with some polity doubts. That’s where their friendship began. Slowly, they started studying together, going for tea breaks, and spending time in the same library — always together. Ankit was still reserved, but Priyanka’s presence sparked a quiet confidence in him.
One evening, as they walked out of class, Priyanka said, “You’re so quiet, but when you explain things, everything becomes so clear. I like studying with you.”
Ankit smiled. He didn’t say much, but his eyes lit up.
Time passed. Exams were nearing. Both of them studied hard — motivated each other, worked on their weaknesses. Ankit had made up his mind — he’d confess his feelings after the results.
The exams came and went. Both had performed well. And when the results came — both Ankit and Priyanka had been selected.
It was a day of joy. They visited a temple, offered sweets, and returned to the same tea stall where they had first sat together.
There, Ankit nervously said, “Priyanka, there’s something I’ve been meaning to say… for a long time.”
Priyanka smiled and replied, “If you hadn’t said it, I was about to. I like you too, Ankit.”
Ankit hadn’t expected it. For a moment, he didn’t know how to respond. He felt like he had won the whole world. All he could do was smile — the same quiet smile, but this time, full of confidence.
Today, both Ankit and Priyanka are government school teachers in different villages, but their hearts are always connected. They meet every week, share stories about their students, and lose themselves in the sweet memories of their old days. And now, next month, they’re getting married. You’re all warmly invited. Come and witness the beginning of this love story’s new chapter.
Their story is still a legend in the streets of Sikar — Coaching Wala Pyaar, a love that blossomed alongside dreams and became a part of life.
Friends, I hope you enjoyed my story. If you did, please comment and let me know which ending you liked more. And if you felt something was lacking in my writing, do let me know — I’d love to learn and improve.
