It was a calm winter morning when the new semester began. The campus felt alive with unfamiliar faces, soft chatter, and a hint of excitement in the air. Rahul stood at the entrance of his new college, adjusting his bag nervously. Everything felt new, and he wasn't sure how he would fit in.
As he entered the classroom, his eyes searched for an empty seat. That's when he noticed her.
She was sitting near the window, quietly writing in her notebook. A soft breeze played with her hair, and the sunlight falling on her face made her look almost unreal. For a moment, Rahul forgot why he was there.
Gathering some courage, he walked over and pointed to the seat beside her.
"Is this seat taken?"
She looked up, her eyes calm and gentle, and gave a small smile.
"No, you can sit.".
That simple moment felt strangely special.
Her name was Meghla. She wasn't loud or overly expressive, but there was something about her presence that felt peaceful. Rahul couldn't explain it, but he felt drawn to her.
After class, they walked out together. Their conversation was short and simple, but comfortable. There was no awkwardness, no forced words..
That night, as Rahul lay in bed, he kept thinking about her smile, her voice, and the way she looked at him..
He whispered to himself,
"Why does she feel so different?"
And without realizing it, something had already begun.,,