Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
⋆⭒˚.⋆🪐⋆⭒˚.⋆
"Morning, princess! Rise and shine, breakfast's ready," Virajas called out. "On my way, Papa," Siya replied. She felt a lot better after opening up to her parents about all the thoughts swirling in her mind about "the traumatized one."
As always, her parents were patient and attentive, listening to her every word. "Siya, dear, we understand how you're feeling," Purvi reassured her. "You can start by building a friendship with him. Try to talk to him and encourage him to open up, but only if he's comfortable with it."
Virajas nodded in agreement. "Exactly, sweetheart. You also need to figure out your feelings for him. Is it sympathy, or maybe love at first sight? If it's the latter, take your time to get to know him, starting with something simple, like his name. Gradually explore what you want and make sure it aligns with your values and expectations."
"How old is he?" her father asked. "He's three years older than me, Dad," Siya replied, knowing how cautious her father was about dating older guys. "Just be careful," he said, his voice laced with protectiveness.
Purvi added gently, "No one's first relationship needs to be perfect. We have all of our youth to find the right person, but a wrong choice won't give us back the time we lose." After their heartfelt conversation, Siya felt crystal clear about her intentions—she was determined to connect with him, befriend him, and help him build new relationships.
˚˖🌷✧˚
"Tanya!" Siya exclaimed, pulling her into a warm hug. As Siya shared the details with her, Tanya couldn't resist interrupting with curiosity. "Why did this random guy have such an effect on you, Siya? Have you fallen for him? Love at first sight?"
Siya paused, uncertain of her feelings, searching for an answer she didn't quite have yet.
˚˖🌷✧˚
During their French lecture, Siya noticed the two classes were being merged, and she silently hoped to catch a glimpse of him. Miss Kavya's voice interrupted her thoughts, "Welcome, Abhimanyu Singhania. You can sit beside Siya Arora."
As Siya processed the announcement, her mind raced with anticipation. So, his name is Abhimanyu, she thought, a mix of surprise and intrigue running through her. As the classroom settled into its usual routine, Siya couldn't help but steal glances at Abhimanyu, her heart fluttering with excitement and curiosity.
"Hey, do you remember? We met yesterday?" Siya asked, hoping to break the ice. Abhimanyu simply nodded, his silence saying more than words could. "Hmm," he murmured softly, a hint of vulnerability flickering in his eyes.
"Are you always this quiet, or is this your first time talking to a girl?" Siya teased with a gentle smile, trying to lighten the mood. Her sweet smile was enough to make Abhi's heart skip a beat. She was right about the second part, but not the first—he had always been this silent.
