Maybe after seeing so much heartbreak in Sanvi's life, even God finally felt bad for her. Maybe—just maybe—something good was finally about to happen.
Sanvi (grumbling to herself):
"Ughh, coaching again today. And the first class? Physics, of course! Where the sir walks in like a Bollywood villain and immediately throws a killer question at us, which only two nerds in the entire class can answer. The rest of us just sit there pretending to solve it while secretly dying inside. I'm so done with this… I'd rather go listen to opera music or something!"
As Sanvi entered the class building—
Sanvi:
"Great. Now I need to pee. Fantastic timing, God! The bell's about to ring in five minutes, and our sir will walk in holding his big fat book of torture problems. I need to be quick!"
She pushed open the classroom door… and bam!
She crashed straight into what felt like a brick wall in human form. She didn't even look up.
"Sorry! Sorry! Sooo sorry!" she mumbled a thousand times, too mortified to make eye contact, and ran to the washroom like she was fleeing from a crime scene.
Back in the classroom, everyone was treating the whole scene like it was an episode from a daily soap.
Some were laughing.
Some were whispering.
And, of course, the girls?
They immediately started blaming Sanvi—
Because obviously, she must've done it on purpose just to get close to that guy.
Meanwhile, in the washroom…
Sanvi (talking to the wall like a regretful lizard stuck on it):
"Why, God? WHY? If only I had gotten the urge to pee during the break, none of this would've happened! Ughhh, who was that guy? What must he be thinking? Never mind. Pee first, regret later."
Back in class, some guys were coughing dramatically as she walked in.
Some girls were giving her death stares like they were equipped with laser beams instead of eyes.
Sanvi (internally):
"They're not looking at me. They're zapping me with lasers. Any minute now I'll turn into grilled chicken. Okay, after class, I have to find out who that dude was and give him a proper sorry."
Bell rings. Class over. FREEDOM.
Sanvi quickly packed her bag and turned around to ask a girl when—
Bam!
Right there. Standing just inches away from her—
Was her so-called crush.
And he was looking right at her.
It was the first time she had ever seen him this up-close.
Thanks to her glasses, she usually saw him like a distant blur.
But now?
Now, he was in full HD.
They just stared at each other for a few awkward seconds.
Then, he spoke—
Crush (aka the brick wall):
"I'm sorry about earlier. I bumped into you by mistake. I was kinda rushing."
Sanvi (turning tomato red):
"N-no, it was my fault! I was rushing too! Totally my bad!"
Crush (smiling):
"You know, you look super serious all the time, but right now you're talking like I'm interrogating you."
Sanvi (dying inside from embarrassment):
"You just… kinda appeared out of nowhere! I didn't know what to say. Do I really look that serious?"
She started walking out of the class, and to her horror—
He followed.
Crush:
"Well, yeah, a little. But when you smile… you're actually kinda cute. Especially when you laugh at my jokes."
Sanvi (blushing into oblivion):
"Oh…"
Ahaan:
"By the way, I'm Ahaan."
Sanvi:
"I… I... I mean… yeah. I'm Sanvi."
Ahaan (grinning):
"I know. Pretty much all the guys in class talk about you."
Sanvi:
"Wait—WHAT?! About me?! Why?!"
Ahaan:
"Well… everyone's curious, y'know? You're like this silent mystery girl who never talks. Some guys thought you had a super strict boyfriend. Others thought you were just naturally scary. A few even tried to talk to you once, but chickened out. They thought you'd pull their hair out and beat them in the middle of class."
And then… they both burst out laughing.
Just like that, they walked out of the institute together.
For the first time, Sanvi wasn't walking alone.
Sanvi: "Well…there is not really my boyfriend," she said softly, but as those words left her lips, a flood of memories came rushing back—moments with Pranjal she thought she had tucked away, now suddenly playing like an old film in her mind.
Ahaan: smiling faintly "Oh… I just thought maybe you have."
Sanvi: "Why would you think that?"
Ahaan: "No reason, really. Just a feeling. Anyway… I don't have a girlfriend either, if that makes anything clearer."
Sanvi: nods gently "Hmm, okay then… I guess this is where I take a different path."
Ahaan: pauses, reluctant to end the moment "Oh… right. Then I guess this is goodbye. But um… if someday you feel like talking… maybe we could connect? Could I have your Instagram? Only if you're okay with it."
Sanvi: smiling slightly, reaching into her phone "Oh, okay. Sure, here…"
She handed him her Instagram handle, their fingers almost brushing—just enough to leave a spark behind.
Sanvi: "Alright, bye… see you tomorrow."
Ahaan: his eyes not leaving hers "Yeah… I'll be waiting. See you tomorrow. Bye."
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And for the first time in a long while, Sanvi walked the rest of the way with a genuine smile on her face. Something about that short conversation with Ahaan had lifted a weight off her heart. She felt light… and happy.
Maybe, just maybe, new stories begin exactly like this—quietly, unexpectedly, with a simple "see you tomorrow."
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