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And now, presenting Part 4 of The Language of Silence...
The college morning was just like any other — same classes, same crowd, same friendships, and the same cliques. But Arjun’s morning felt a little different.
He felt lighter today — because Avya had started spending time with him. She still didn’t speak, but now she didn’t run away in silence either.
It was a new beginning — unspoken, unwritten, yet powerful in its own way.
The garden area of the college, where students usually laughed, lounged, and shared stories — was buzzing a little more than usual today.
A boy named Yash — the most arrogant and show-off guy on campus, who always considered himself everyone’s hero — had tried to force conversations with Avya before. And every time, she had ignored him.
But today… maybe he had grown bolder.
He walked up to Avya, who was sitting with her friends in the garden, and loudly said:
> “Are you mute or just acting superior? Everyone knows you don’t talk to anyone — but what’s the point of that? Stop this drama!”
A crowd started to gather. Some laughed, some remained quiet. Many were used to such scenes. But Arjun…?
He stepped out of the library just in time to see it all. He rushed over and shoved Yash back in anger.
> “Do you think someone’s silence is a joke?”
“What you call attitude might actually be something deeper than your shallow mind can grasp. People like you live in illusions — you can’t read the pain in someone’s eyes.”
Yash was angry, but the fire in Arjun’s eyes was unlike anything he’d seen before — it made him take a step back.
The crowd fell silent.
And then, something happened that shocked everyone.
Avya stood up.
She looked at Arjun… then at Yash.
Her eyes were filled with tears — but she didn’t look like someone who would stay silent anymore.
In a trembling but steady voice, she said:
> “Don’t speak, Arjun… Today, I will speak for myself.”
It was the first time anyone in college had ever heard Avya speak.
Everyone froze. Even Arjun.
Avya turned to Yash, her voice quiet but clear:
> “I stay silent because noise frightens me. Sometimes, memories are so shattered that even words feel dangerous. You don’t know this, but my father killed my mother — right in front of me. Since then, loud voices have only broken me further.”
Not a single soul moved.
> “I can speak… but only to those whose voices feel like safety. Like my sister. And Arjun.”
Her voice trembled, but her spine stood tall.
Yash had nothing left to say. He quietly walked away.
Arjun slowly stepped toward her — gently, as if approaching something fragile but deeply precious.
> “You said my name… in front of everyone.”
Avya lowered her head slightly, then looked up at him.
> “You taught me that even fear deserves a voice — when someone stands by you who isn’t afraid.”
There was moisture in Arjun’s eyes too — but he smiled.
That day, Arjun realized — some bonds are formed in silence. But when they finally speak… the world listens.
For the first time, the college didn’t just see Avya — they felt her.
And for Arjun… that one word — “Arjun” — became the biggest victory of his life.
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