It all began back in 2012–13 at university… during my masters.
I was just a volunteer, full of dreams and curiosity, and he — Aarav — was the co-convener of our academic fest, Blooming Furstoes. The first time I saw him, something inside me shifted. Maybe it was love at first sight… that sudden spark you can’t explain, but can’t ignore either. He had this tall, fair, and handsome personality that naturally caught everyone’s attention. But for me, it was more than just looks — there was a warmth, a charm in his presence that quietly pulled me closer.
We started meeting often during the fest meetings, and slowly, those formal hellos turned into conversations. We exchanged numbers and began chatting.
Back then, he was already in a relationship with a girl named Kiara. It was open and known to everyone. Maybe that’s why I kept my feelings hidden… even from myself. There wasn’t any clear inclination from my side, at least not one I could admit then.
Yet, there was something about him — something I couldn’t name but couldn’t resist either. All I knew was that he was from the city of mountains… and as they say, when you fall for someone, you fall in love with everything connected to them — even their city. And just like that, it became special to me, simply because it was his city.
☕ When Coffee Met Confession — Our First "Yes" 💖
Days passed after our first meetings, and our bond quietly grew stronger. I still remember that one day when I had to complete some urgent work for the fest. At that time, WhatsApp wasn’t around, so Aarav shared his email ID and password with me so I could send out the required mails.
I went to the computer lab, logged into his account, and completed the task. Later, when I reached home, I logged in again — just to check if there was anything else pending.
And that’s when something unexpected happened…
I stumbled upon a few chats — and they mentioned something that froze me for a moment. There it was… Aarav had mentioned that he liked two girls. One was Kiara — and the other was me. My name. My feelings. My presence.
He had written that I loved him and had feelings for him — and reading that felt surreal. I was caught between doubt and delight… wondering if it was real, or just a coincidence, or maybe even a plot. But deep down, it made my heart flutter like never before.
Our chats slowly moved to late-night talks — the only time we were truly free. And then came that night.
It was a cold winter night. I was in the kitchen, making myself a hot cup of coffee while talking to him on the phone. He suddenly said, “Wait… there’s something I want to tell you.”
I smiled and teasingly replied, “Okay, tell me while I make coffee for you too.”
And right then, between the warmth of my coffee and the chill of the night, he gently confessed…
He proposed to me. 💗
It was my first ever proposal — my first experience of that kind of magic — and in that moment, it felt like heaven.
After a few seconds of silence, with my heart racing… I said, “Yes.” ☕💌
💔 The Goodbye We Never Spoke
The morning after he proposed felt almost unreal.
I went to college as if nothing had happened, and strangely, so did he. No one could guess that something magical had bloomed quietly between us the night before. We behaved like we always did — as if our hearts hadn’t whispered to each other under the cold winter sky.
Days passed, and our secret world deepened. We would talk late into the night, only to sit for exams the next morning, sleep-deprived yet strangely happy — and still managing to score well.
We had a special meeting spot in a quiet corner of the new building. I would wait for him there, and we would talk softly, hidden away from the world… as if time paused only for us.
I still remember one afternoon — I was leaving through the stairs when he suddenly pulled me close and kissed me. It was so unexpected… yet so calm and beautiful, like the world had gone silent for a moment. My heart raced, my cheeks flushed, and I walked straight to my class in a daze.
That night, during our usual chats, he asked me how I felt. I smiled through the screen and told him — I had butterflies in my stomach. 🦋💗
But even in that magic, a shadow appeared.
One day, while travelling on the bus, a colleague from his city casually mentioned that Aarav was known to be flirty… involved with many girls… that he played with hearts.
Those words hit me like a storm. My heart panicked. I didn’t want my first love to become my first heartbreak. Fear wrapped around me tighter than love.
So I made the hardest choice I could — I blocked him everywhere. I stopped replying, stopped talking, stopped looking for him.
It was his last year at the university.
I still remember his last day — like a frozen picture in my mind. We met one final time at the university gate. He looked at me, puzzled, and quietly asked, “Why?”
I had no answer.
There was just silence… and the bus waiting to take me away. I didn’t have time, or maybe the courage, to explain. I just turned and walked away.
That was the end — or at least, it seemed like it.
And from that day… we never met again. 🌧️💔
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