In a world where love is a foreign , he has found his guiding star. Desperate and unwavering, he pleads for just one chance to prove his devotion. She, lost in a life devoid of affection, sees in him the promise of a profound connection she never be...
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27 February'24
Devrudra stood in the bustling hospital cafeteria, his keen eyes sweeping across the crowded room in search of a familiar face. It had been two days since the topic submissions, and the chosen students had already handed in their work. The board committee would soon begin the arduous task of selecting two topics from the submissions. Once shortlisted, it would be up to them, the team members, to cast their votes. The topic that emerged victorious would become the focus of their project.
Taking his tray laden with rice and chicken, he began the challenging task of finding an empty seat in a secluded corner. This was no easy feat. The cafeteria in the academic block was renowned for serving the best food, making it a bustling hub of activity. Nestled in one of its quieter sections were a few coveted tables, each with four chairs. Securing one of these spots was a Herculean task, as they were often claimed by couples eager to spend some quality time together.
As if fortune favored him, the usually crowded cafeteria was surprisingly less busy today. Even the secluded corners, often in high demand, had empty tables. he spotted Prashmita at one such table, deeply engrossed in her notes. A sense of relief washed over him. With a determined stride, he made my way over, carefully balancing his tray laden with food. Upon reaching her table, he gently cleared my throat to catch her attention and offered her a warm, inviting smile.
"Boste pari, Dr. Prashmita? jodi kichhu mone na koro!" Devrudra asked, his voice laced with genuine warmth and his smile effortlessly charming.
[Would it be alright if I joined you]
Prashmita looked up, her intense gaze softening slightly, though a veil of indifference still lingered in her eyes as she recognized Devrudra. A faint smile played at the corners of her lips "Of course, Dr. Devrudra," Her voice was indifferent—not as cold as an iceberg, but not as warm as the gentle winter sun, gesturing to the empty seat across from her. "Please, bosun."
[Have a seat]
He hesitated slightly, speaking to her casually, but her response was distant and unfamiliar. She addressed him as if he were a stranger, calling him "Apni."
He settled into the chair across from her, placing his tray on the table with a deliberate, casual motion. His mind raced, searching for a way to start a conversation that wouldn't seem too eager. The fact that he chose to sit with her, despite the many empty chairs around, betrayed a hint of desperation.
Gathering his courage, he initiated the conversation. "How are your preparations for the project going? You submitted a topic too, didn't you?" he asked gently, his voice tinged with curiosity and a touch of nervousness.
"I did," she replied, her voice calm and unruffled, as if the topic held no significance for her.
"Oh. Are you hopeful your topic will be selected?" he asked, attempting to infuse his voice with confidence, but a subtle tremor betrayed his uncertainty.
