February wasn't just exam month anymore. It had turned into a love story whispered between revision notes and 3 a.m. calls. Siya was preparing for her finals, highlighters in hand, but half her brain was always with Ruhan. One notification from him, and suddenly math didn't matter anymore.
Their texts became her comfort, their stolen voice notes her lullabies.
He'd say things like:
"You'll top again, meri padhaku baby."
"After exam, we'll go for a walk na… just you, me, and silence."
"Focus on studying now. And later, I'll steal a kiss as reward."
Every message from him felt like a hug through the phone. Like someone was finally rooting for her, no conditions attached.
March came. His school reopened before hers.
And then finally—they met.
It was supposed to be just a casual hello, a few minutes on the road while he returned from school in his white uniform, his tie swinging with the wind, hair messy, and face tired but beautiful.
But something in her heart just jumped.
That boy walking toward her wasn't just a crush anymore.
He was her person.
They both smiled, and after a small awkward silence, they parted… but days later, they met again—and this time, Siya did what she'd been dreaming of.
She hugged him tightly, without warning.
Then she pulled back slightly, and softly kissed his cheek.
Blush all over her face. Fireworks in her chest.
And then, to her surprise… he leaned in and kissed her cheek too.
"Main bas tumhara hi intezaar kar raha tha," he whispered.
And she could barely breathe.
April came. His exams started, her 10th grade began.
Different schools, different routines.
But the bond?
Stronger than ever.
They began sending tiny love notes while pretending to study. She once sent a photo of her textbook with "I miss you" scribbled in the margins. He replied with a picture of his pen, captioned, "Waiting to write our love story."
In May, summer vacation began. And she, being the chaotic little genius she was, gave him a fake excuse:
"Ruhan… my school gave me a project. Tum bana do na?"
"Project? Ya pyaar ka excuse?"
"Dono 😌"
They giggled. Teased. Called each other "meri pagal" and "mera hero."
But what happened in June?
Siya would never forget it.
She walked all the way to his house—yes, in the June heat—to collect her project. He handed her the file with a smirk.
She turned to go, blushing slightly, heart thumping already.
But before she could cross the street, he called out behind her.
"Siya… ruk jaa."
She turned.
And in that one moment, he walked up to her, grabbed her waist gently… and kissed her.
On the lips.
Short. Soft. Just a few seconds.
But those seconds burned into her soul.
She didn't move. Couldn't even think.
He just smiled like nothing happened and left.
She stood frozen in place, hands over her lips, cheeks redder than ever, mind spinning.
"Did that just…?"
"Wait—what?!"
"OH MY GOD—"
Two days later, they met again.
This time, at the same place.
But something about him felt different.
He hugged her tight, like he never wanted to let go. Lifted her off the ground and spun her around, laughing.
And then kissed her again.
Properly.
A long, breathless kiss that had her melting in his arms. His hands in her hair, hers wrapped around his neck. They stayed like that—entangled in each other—for half an hour, taking photos, whispering promises, and just living the moment.
No phones. No filters.
Just them.
And she kept thinking—this is the kind of love every girl dreams of.
Not flashy.
Not loud.
But soft. Real. Consistent.
He was giving her the kind of love she thought only existed in books and fantasies.
And yet… there was something she hadn't told him.
Something big.
Something that could ruin everything.
He still didn't know her past.
He didn't know about the things that broke her.
About the nights she cried silently.
About the scars on her heart.
And now… she had decided to tell him.
But what if he doesn't take it well?
What if he laughs?
What if… he leaves?
Will Ruhan stay when he learns the truth?
Or will this fairytale end just like all the others?