Aishwarya's excitement grew with each passing day. Her novel was taking shape, and she was particularly proud of the detailed descriptions she had created for her main characters, Nikhil and Arjun. Both were based on her seniors, real people who had left a lasting impression on her during their time in college. They were some of the best seniors she had ever had—kind, talented, and always willing to help the juniors.
Nikhil, in her story, was passionate and protective. He had sharp features, dark eyes that seemed to pierce through any facade, and a demeanor that exuded confidence and strength. Arjun, on the other hand, was gentle and thoughtful, with a quiet presence that brought a sense of calm to any situation. He had a soft smile, warm eyes, and an artistic flair that added a touch of elegance to his every action.
In her journal, Aishwarya had written extensive notes on their backgrounds, personalities, and the dynamics of their relationship. She poured her heart into these descriptions, ensuring that every detail was perfect.
One afternoon, after a particularly engaging class on urban design, Aishwarya hurried to the library to continue her work. She was so absorbed in her thoughts that she barely noticed Vikram, one of her classmates, watching her from across the room. Vikram was known for his keen observational skills and quiet intelligence. He had a habit of noticing things others overlooked.
As Aishwarya settled into her favorite corner, she accidentally knocked her journal off the table. In her haste to pick it up, she didn't realize a few pages had slipped out and fluttered to the floor. She continued working, oblivious to the fact that her precious notes were now scattered around.
Vikram, curious about what had caught Aishwarya's attention so completely, walked over to help her. As he bent down to pick up the fallen pages, his eyes widened at the sight of the detailed character descriptions. He quickly glanced around to see if Aishwarya had noticed. She was still engrossed in her work, so he took a closer look.
Nikhil and Arjun—he recognized those names immediately. They were the seniors everyone admired, including himself. Vikram was intrigued by how vividly Aishwarya had captured their essence. He couldn't help but admire her talent and dedication. A part of him felt guilty for intruding on her private thoughts, but his curiosity got the better of him.
Aishwarya suddenly looked up, sensing someone near her. Vikram quickly handed her the pages, his expression neutral. "You dropped these," he said softly.
Aishwarya's face turned bright red as she realized what he had seen. "Oh, thank you," she mumbled, quickly gathering the pages and tucking them back into her journal. She felt a mixture of embarrassment and fear. What if he told everyone about her secret project?
Vikram sensed her discomfort and decided to ease the tension. "Don't worry, your secret is safe with me," he said with a reassuring smile. "Your descriptions are impressive. I didn't know you were into writing."
Aishwarya hesitated, then nodded. "It's just something I do in my spare time," she replied, trying to sound nonchalant.
Vikram's eyes twinkled with interest. "Well, if you ever need a second opinion or some feedback, I'd be happy to help. I think what you're doing is pretty cool."
Aishwarya was taken aback by his offer. She had always seen Vikram as a quiet, distant figure in their class, but now she felt a connection she hadn't anticipated. "Thank you, Vikram. I might just take you up on that."
As he walked away, Aishwarya couldn't help but feel a sense of relief and a touch of excitement. Maybe sharing her passion with someone else wouldn't be so bad after all.
That evening, as she returned to her hostel, Aishwarya found herself daydreaming about the possibilities. Her characters were coming to life not only on the pages of her journal but also in the unexpected connections she was making in real life. She knew she had to be careful, but a part of her was eager to see where this new chapter of her journey would lead.
Back in her room, she continued writing with renewed vigor, her thoughts now influenced by the day's events. She felt a thrill of anticipation for the future, knowing that her story—and her life—were about to become even more intertwined.
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"Daydreams & Blueprints"
General Fiction"Daydreams & Blueprints" Aishwarya, a seemingly diligent fourth-year architecture student, balances her life between the meticulous world of blueprints and the vivid, secret fantasies she harbors within. While she is praised for her dedication and p...
