Oneshots- S3 (Completed)

53| The Unspoken Words

The college campus was abuzz with the excitement of the farewell ceremony. Nischay, having just completed his engineering degree, felt a mixture of emotions as he walked through the familiar grounds for one last time. Anamika, a junior pursuing literature, watched him from a distance, feeling her heart heavy with unspoken feelings.

Anamika had met Nischay during the college fest the previous year. He was the chief organizer and she had been persuaded by her friends to participate.

From the moment she saw him, she felt a connection with him that she could not explain. Nischay, on the other hand felt himself getting drawn to her from the start but preferred to keep his feelings hidden.

The auditorium was filled with students, faculty and the scent of nostalgia. As the ceremony began, numerous speeches were given and memories were shared.

Anamika sat quietly, her eyes fixed on Nischay who was seated with his batchmates.

Finally, it was Nischay's turn to speak. He walked up to the stage, his heart pounding. He had rehearsed his speech but there was something he needed to do, something that had been weighing on him for a long time.

"Good evening everyone," Nischay began, his voice steady. "Today, we say goodbye to this chapter of our lives and look forward to the future. These years have been filled with lessons, friendships and unforgettable moments."

As he spoke, his eyes scanned the audience until they found Anamika. She was sitting in the third row, her gaze remaining unwavered from him.

"I have had the privilege of meeting some incredible people here," Nischay continued. "And there is that one person in particular who has made a very significant impact in my life from the day I met her."

The crowd murmured in curiosity, wondering about the mysterious person he was talking about. Anamika's heart raced, a mixture of hope and fear flooding her senses.

"Anamika," Nischay said, his voice softening. "Could you please stand up?"

Anamika felt her legs tremble as she stood, having all eyes on her. She could barely breathe as she looked up at him.

"From the moment I met you at the college fest, I knew you were someone special," Nischay said, his eyes locked with hers. "Your passion for literature, your kindness for others and for the people around you with your uplifting spirit have inspired me in ways I cannot put into words. But today, I am going to try. Especially for you."

He took a deep breath and pulled out a piece of paper from his pocket. "Anamika, this is for you."

"The Unspoken Words"

In the realm of dreams where poets dwell,
I found a muse with tales to tell.
Her eyes, a canvas of stars so bright,
Her voice, a melody in the quiet night.

With every glance, a story unfolds,
Of love that is silent, yet so bold.
In whispered verses, my heart does sing,
Of the poetess who gave my soul its wings.

Anamika, you are my poetic muse,
In your presence, my fears diffuse.
For in your words, I have found my way,
To love unspoken, yet true every day.

Tears welled up in Anamika's eyes as she listened to Nischay's heartfelt poem. The auditorium fell silent, the weight of his expressive words hanging in the air.

"I love you Anamika," Nischay confessed, his voice breaking. "I know I have been reserved but my feelings for you have always been real. I was just too afraid to tell you."

Anamika's tears flowed freely as she took a step forward, her heart bursting with emotions. She could not hold back any longer.

"I love you Nischay," she confessed, her voice trembling. "I always have."

The audience erupted in applause as Nischay stepped off the stage and walked towards Anamika.

They met halfway and he pulled her into a tight embrace, the world around them fading away, having none except each other.

In that moment, all their unspoken words were finally heard. Their love, once hidden in the shadows now shone brightly for everyone to see.

And as they held each other, they knew that their journey together had just begun.

Their friends and faculty watched with smiles and tears, witnessing the beautiful culmination of a love story that had been brewing for so long.

Nischay and Anamika had found each other and in doing so, they had found a love that was timeless and held true.

As the farewell ceremony continued, Nischay and Anamika stayed close, their hands intertwined. They talked about their future, their dreams and the endless possibilities that lay ahead. For them, this was not an end but it marked a new, beautiful beginning.

And in the halls of the college, where their paths had first crossed, their love story was to be remembered as a tale of courage, poetry and the magic of unspoken words finally brought to life.

The end☺🌼

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