Some choices are easy.
Some are obvious.
But some… are the ones that define everything.
Three days.
That's how long it took.
Three days of silence.
Not complete.
Not absolute.
But enough.
Enough to feel it.
Enough to notice it.
Enough to miss it.
—
Meera sat by the window, her phone in her hand.
The chat was open.
Blank.
Again.
—
Why is this so hard?
She had faced exams.
Failures.
Pressure.
Expectations.
But this—
This felt different.
Because this wasn't about winning.
This was about choosing.
—
Her phone buzzed.
A message.
From him.
"Can we talk?"
—
She didn't reply immediately.
Then—
"Yeah."
—
They met at the same place.
Of course.
Because somehow—
That place had become theirs.
—
Aarav was already there.
And for the first time—
He didn't look calm.
He looked… serious.
Real.
—
"You came," he said.
"You asked."
A small pause.
Then—
"We need to stop doing this," Aarav said.
Meera frowned.
"Doing what?"
"Acting like distance means the end."
Meera looked at him.
"That's not what I'm doing."
"It is."
—
Silence.
—
"I was scared," she admitted.
Aarav nodded.
"I know."
"I didn't know what this would become."
"You still don't."
Meera looked at him.
"Exactly."
—
Aarav stepped closer.
"But that doesn't mean we walk away."
Meera hesitated.
Then—
"What if we try and it doesn't work?"
Aarav smiled faintly.
"Then at least we tried."
—
The simplicity of that answer stayed.
Because it was true.
Because it was real.
Because it was enough.
—
"I don't want to lose you," Meera said quietly.
Aarav's expression softened.
"Then don't."
—
A pause.
Then—
"Stay."
—
The word was simple.
But it carried everything.
—
Meera looked at him.
And for the first time—
She didn't think about outcomes.
Didn't think about distance.
Didn't think about what could go wrong.
She just thought about one thing—
Him.
—
"Okay," she said.
—
And just like that—
Everything changed again.
Not perfectly.
Not easily.
But honestly.
—
Because sometimes—
Love isn't about certainty.
It's about choosing someone…
Even when nothing is guaranteed.