It was the first day of college. A new city, unfamiliar faces, and a thousand questions swirled in Arjun’s mind. Hailing from a small town, he found himself lost in the chaos of the buzzing campus. His bag hung loosely over his shoulder, his steps hesitant, and his eyes—curious and searching.
As he walked through the corridor, his eyes fell on a girl sitting quietly in a corner. While everyone else was talking, laughing, introducing themselves, this girl remained completely still—like a statue carved out of silence.
Arjun slowed down. Something about her pulled him in.
> “Who’s she?” he asked the boy walking beside him.
The boy glanced in the direction Arjun pointed.
> “That? That’s Aavya. The most mysterious girl in the college. She’s been here for two years, but no one really knows her. Doesn’t talk to anyone, except her younger sister. Some even say she can talk... she just chooses not to.”
Arjun’s curiosity deepened. There was something in Aavya’s eyes, a quiet storm, like a story that had never been told — a scream muffled before it could escape.
He didn't know why, but her silence echoed inside him.
When the class began, each student stood up one by one to introduce themselves. Names, hometowns, hobbies — the usual chatter filled the air.
Then it was Aavya’s turn.
Everyone turned to look at her. The professor smiled warmly and said:
> “Please, dear, tell us your name.”
Aavya stood up slowly. She didn’t speak. She simply lowered her gaze and nodded slightly before sitting down again.
A few students chuckled. Some exchanged glances.
But Arjun didn’t laugh.
He felt that her silence wasn’t awkward—it was painful. Heavy. Purposeful.
Later that evening, Arjun sat alone in the college canteen, his mind still replaying that moment. Just then, he saw Aavya walk by, lost in her own world, her arms holding a few books close to her chest.
Suddenly, a guy rushing through the crowd bumped into her hard. The books slipped from her hands and fell onto the floor. The boy didn’t even look back.
Aavya crouched down to pick them up. Before she could gather them all, Arjun stepped forward.
> “Let me help you,” he said softly.
She looked up, just for a second. Her eyes met his.
No words were spoken. But in that one look, Arjun felt something stir inside him — as if she’d said a thousand things in silence.
She took the books quietly and walked away.
But before disappearing into the crowd, she paused and turned back — just for a heartbeat — and looked at Arjun once more.
That glance... it wasn’t just a thank you.
It was a whisper.
It was a promise.
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Arjun now believed, deep in his heart —
"She may be silent, but her silence holds a story.
And maybe... that story is about to become a part of mine."
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