Years after Advait saw her, the one person he never thought he'd see again, fate seemed to have other plans as their paths crossed once more.
Mishti is unable to recognise the person standing in front of her but also couldn't shake the feeling of a...
After Mrs. Mehra introduced herself and the course, the class moved on smoothly. She’s the kind of professor you instantly respect—not because she’s intimidating, but because she carries that air of authority. Once the class ended, she mentioned the various clubs we could join, and that’s when something caught my attention.
The basketball club.
I haven’t played in three years, ever since the boards took over my life. But back in school, basketball was my thing. My height, 5'9", definitely gave me an edge. It feels like ages since I’ve felt that rush, the adrenaline of a fast break, the satisfaction of a perfect shot. Maybe I could join again. But would I even be any good after all this time?
Mrs. Mehra left, and so did we—no more classes for an hour, so we headed to the common room. Adi, Kabir, Naina, and Pakhiee are a lively bunch, always laughing and cracking jokes. It’s easy to feel comfortable around them.
Except for Advait.
I’m not saying he's moody or anything, but he’s quieter than the rest. Ever since I joined this group, he’s said maybe a handful of words to me. It’s strange though—he seems close with everyone else. How did he manage that if he barely talks? Or… is it me? Does he not like me? No, that doesn’t seem right. He sat next to me today, showed me the notes, pointed out what we covered in class. It’s not like he’s ignoring me.
But still, he’s confusing.
Ugh, Why am I even thinking this much about him? I just met him. Maybe he’s just the kind of person who takes time to open up. Or maybe there’s something else.
Guess I’ll have to find out.
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The common room was a nice place to chill, especially after a long class. It had this laid-back vibe that made it perfect for unwinding with friends. There were a few games scattered around— dart board, table tennis—and shelves lined with books for anyone wanting some quiet time. A couple of bean bags were already taken, and groups of students were lounging around, chatting, laughing, just like us.
I spotted a few people already here with their groups, each in their little bubble of conversation. It felt good to be part of this, to have found my own group so quickly. There’s something comforting about that.
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