In the story The four of them—Hari, Keshav, Shivam, and Suriya—were scattered across the living room like they owned the world. Laughing at nothing. Talking about everything. Sharing that rare, careless happiness that only childhood friends possess.
Laughter echoed off the walls, loud and real and alive.
Then suddenly—
Buzz.
Keshav’s phone vibrated.
He glanced at the screen, and something changed.
A smile crept onto his face—small, private, dangerous.
Without saying a word, he stood up and drifted toward the corner of the room, fingers moving fast across the screen.
The others noticed immediately.
Hari narrowed his eyes.
“Arre… kya hua?”
Keshav shrugged casually, pretending to be uninterested.
“Kuch nahi… bas ek ladki hai.”
That was enough.
The room exploded.
“OHH! TUJHE GIRLFRIEND MIL GAYI?!” Suriya shouted.
“What’s her name?”
“Where does she live?”
“Is she beautiful?”
The questions flew at him from every direction.
Keshav raised both hands in surrender, laughing nervously.
“Arre yaar, stop it! Tum logon ki toh girlfriend bhi nahi hai. Itna overreact mat karo.”
But the teasing only grew louder.
“Ha ha… hero ban gaya!”
“Slave of your girl!”
They laughed till their stomachs ached and their eyes watered.
Then—
Buzz.
The phone vibrated again.
Keshav’s smile returned.
This time, he slipped away onto the balcony, his voice dropping soft, private—like the rest of the world had disappeared.
The others watched him go with wide grins.
Hari leaned back, folding his arms theatrically.
“So… you have a girlfriend?”
Shivam chuckled and shook his head.
“Nah, bro.”
Suriya smirked.
“Same.”
Three single soldiers.
Then both turned to Shivam at once.
“Your turn,” Hari said.
“Sach-sach bata… you also have a girlfriend, right?”
Shiva stretched like a lazy king, pretending to think deeply.
Then, with a faint smile, he replied—
“Abhi meri girlfriend hai… mere goals.”
“Exams. Dreams. Life.”
The room burst into laughter again.
But behind the jokes, a quiet thought lingered.
In a world where love was slowly changing…
Would Shivam ever find his?
That night, when the laughter at Hari’s house finally faded, Shivam lay awake beneath a slow-spinning ceiling fan, staring into the darkness.
Sleep refused to come.
His thoughts wandered into questions he never said aloud.
Who will be my partner?
Who is she?
Where is she right now?
I wish I could see her journey… until the day she meets me.
The thought lingered in his heart like poetry—soft, but heavy.
By the time life moved forward, Shivam was in his third year of college.
His days were simple.
Classroom to home.
Home to classroom.
No late-night hangouts.
No parties.
No chasing anyone.
Just his books.
And his dreams.
He had few friends in college. To most people, he looked ordinary—just another quiet boy walking the same halls, living the same days.
And every girl who tried to speak to him soon learned one thing:
Shivam was unfiltered.
He spoke his truth without decorating it, without shaping it into sweetness.
In a world addicted to easy lies, his honesty often felt like an insult.
Girls would grow distant.
Some annoyed.
Some confused.
“Yeh ladka sunta hi nahi…”
“Apna hi duniya mein rehta hai…”
For Shivam, listening was sacred.
For others, silence was strange.
So he walked alone.
College to home.
Home to college.
His journey was quiet, but his heart was full of questions that refused to leave him.
He was good in his studies—sharp, disciplined, quietly hardworking.
But the world rarely notices silent strength.
To many, he was just another nobody.
Some were jealous.
Some were cruel.
