Abhi:
"Oh, I'm sorry!"
His voice was a mix of surprise and embarrassment.
Ishana:
Thank God he believed me...
I swear, if he hadn't, I would've needed a hole to crawl into to hide my face! My heart was racing, and not because of the excuse I had just made. No, it was because of something else, something that felt a little too real, a little too... impossible.
Abhi:
Now she noticed me.
I've been staring at her since the moment I walked into the class.
(I said "Hi, we met again.")
But she... she treated me like I had the wrong person.
Seriously? Does she think I wouldn't recognize the girl I've been quietly admiring for weeks?
I mean, it's a freaking coincidence that I got this job and bam—I'm sitting right here, in front of her... in person.
She looks... stunning in red.
I've always noticed the way her eyes shine, but today? Today, something else in her—her blush, the way she looked at me—made my chest tighten.
But there's a bitter truth that lingers in my mind... In two months, she'll graduate, become a doctor, and leave this place.
Why didn't I make my move sooner?
AFTER CLASS
Ishana:
Run!!
Before he realizes what's happening and confronts me...
Friend:
Where are you running?
Come on, let's go for lunch!
Ishana:
No way! I need to get out of here. I'm not in the mood for lunch.
Friend:
Stop throwing a tantrum! You always do this—come on, let's go eat.
Ishana:
Okay, fine, fine!
But only because you won't shut up about it. Let's go quickly...
Abhi:
Is she running away from me?
I can't help but smirk at the idea. But there's a part of me that wishes... wishes I could just go up to her and say, "Wait! I've been wanting to talk to you for so long."
But instead, she's running, and all I can do is follow...
I will follow her, wherever she goes.
Even to the ends of the earth...
It's been two months—two long months that I've been silently watching her from afar,
and yet, I still don't have the courage to tell her how I feel.
And now, I'm about to leave for another branch of the hospital.
I wish I could tell her before I go. I wish I could say, "I'm leaving... But I'll never forget you."
But all I get is a fleeting glance from her.
She looked at me again.
I wish I could just walk over, hold her, and tell her everything.
Why do I have to leave?
Ishana:
Here I am, standing on the terrace again.
And what a crazy coincidence—he's already there.
But not on the terrace...
No, he's standing outside the hospital, in the exact spot where I can still see him.
But something's different today.
He's not smiling.
Why?
Does he not like me anymore?
I can feel this knot tightening in my chest.
I knew it... I always knew he'd get bored. He'd eventually find someone else to admire. I'm not special.
Maybe I was just another fleeting interest...
But even now, I can't stop thinking about him. He's always there, lingering in my mind.