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...
Mr. Shaw didn’t give us much material to work with. Guess that means I’ll be spending more time in the library now. Just what I needed.
As the class wrapped up, I noticed Advait leaving the room. Skipping the next class already? I thought. Then again, he might just be off to spend time with his music. It’s pretty obvious how much he loves it. And honestly, he’s good at it—really good. I wish I could sing half as well as he does... Sigh.
My phone suddenly vibrated, along with everyone else’s, and I glanced at the screen. Next class is cancelled.
"Wow. Great," I mumbled under my breath, feeling the sarcasm bubbling up. It’s my first day back, and already a class is cancelled? Just when I’m lagging behind everyone else.
I should probably head to the library. At least I can try to catch up on Mr. Shaw’s lecture and see what books they have. Yeah, that sounds like a plan.
"Pakhiee, I’m going to the library," I said, turning to her. "Class got cancelled, and I’m already behind, so I don’t want to waste any more time. I’ll just head home from there, okay?"
"Okay, babe," Pakhiee said with a smile. "If you need any help with notes, let me know."
"Thanks, but Advait already showed me what I missed. I took pictures of the notes, so I should be good."
"Oh, great. He’s the best among us when it comes to academic stuff, isn’t he? He doesn’t talk much, but he’s always helpful."
"Ahm... let’s see," I replied, trying not to sound too invested.
Helpful, maybe, I thought as I walked away, but definitely not good for my peace of mind.
Every time he’s around, I can’t seem to think straight. It’s like there’s something about him that pulls me in—like I know him somehow. Those honey-brown eyes of his... they feel familiar. And that piercing gaze, it’s almost as if he can see right through me, into the parts of myself I try to keep hidden. It does something to my heart—something I haven’t felt in a long time. Not since Ved.
"What’s going on, babe? Kaha kho gayi?" Pakhiee’s voice snapped me back to reality. "Or rather, kiske khayalon mai kho gayi?" she teased, raising her eyebrows playfully.
I chuckled. "It’s nothing, Pakhiee. There’s no one. Anyway, I’ll see you tomorrow, okay? Bye!"
"Bye, Mishti!"
I walked away, trying to shake off the strange feeling that lingered every time I thought about Advait.
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This library has such a great collection!
Books on every subject and genre imaginable are here. Well, except for dark romance, of course—it's a college library, after all. Though I did wish they had some.
Koi na. Ami amar personal books niye ashbo ekhane, porbo.
(No worries. I’ll just bring my personal stash here and read.)
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The ambiance here is amazing. I think I just found another favorite spot in the college for my free periods. It’s so peaceful and cozy; I could easily spend hours here.
I should probably get started on my notes, though. Focus, Mishti. Now, where's that section…?
After some searching, I finally found the books I needed. Settling down with them, I began my work, getting lost in the world of romantic poetry. There’s something about the way these poets romanticized nature that always leaves me in awe—how beautifully they wove words together to capture feelings I struggle to even name.
I was engrossed in taking notes when suddenly, I heard a very familiar sound—a tune being hummed softly. It wasn’t far from me, either; it was coming from this very room… this very library.
I froze. I know this sound. I know this tune. I know this hum.
It’s been so long since I last heard it. Nine whole years. Not since Ved.
But how could this be happening? It’s impossible. That tune wasn’t just some random melody; it was special. It was something exclusive. To me. To Ved.
It had happened by chance all those years ago—Ved was just humming a tune absentmindedly, something he said just popped into his head, not a song from any movie or band, just… a random something. I had heard it as I was passing by and couldn’t help but stop. When I asked him about it, he laughed it off, saying it was nothing special. But to me, it was. To us, it was. He never hummed it again for anyone else; that tune was ours.
And now, with Ved nowhere in sight, how could I be hearing it again?
Curiosity clawed at me, and before I knew it, I was moving, following the sound. The humming grew fainter, and then—abruptly—it stopped. I heard the door creak open behind me, and I quickly turned around.
Someone was leaving the library.
Who was that? I’m certain it was the person who’d been humming. But how could that even be possible?
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