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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The same night
In the stillness of the night, Devrudra sat at his desk, the soft glow of his computer screen casting a gentle halo around him. The hostel room, usually alive with the hum of his music player and the fluttering sound of breeze, was now a silent sanctuary. Outside, the room was a tapestry of twinkling lights, a contrast to the calm and quiet within. Yet, Devrudra's mind was far from peaceful. His thoughts were a whirlwind, all centered on one person, Prashmita.
She had a way of occupying his mind, even in her absence. Her smile, a melody that lingered in his ears, and her gentle eyes, which seemed to hold a universe of emotions, were etched into his memory. He recalled their recent conversation, where she had mentioned regarding the NOC form. It was important to her, and he had promised to send it. But the evening had been consumed by an avalanche of case reading and urgent tasks, and now he was left with a sense of guilt for not prioritizing it sooner.
The clock on the wall ticked past midnight, each second a reminder of his delayed promise. Devrudra leaned back in his chair, the leather creaking softly, and closed his eyes. He pictured Prashmita in her element, working with the same dedication and passion that had always inspired him. She deserved better than his negligence.
With renewed determination, he sat up and opened his email. He found the NOC form on his computer, his fingers moving swiftly across the keyboard. As he attached the document, his thoughts wandered back to her. He wondered what she was doing at this very moment. Was she asleep, dreaming of something beautiful, or was she, like him, lost in thoughts that refused to let her rest?
He began typing the message.
Hi Prashmita,
Apologies for the delay in sending this. Here is the NOC form you .
I hope it helps, and if you need anything else, feel free to reach out.
Best,
Devrudra
His fingers hovered over the keyboard, a thousand unspoken words running through his mind. He wanted to say more, to convey the depth of his thoughts and feelings, but he hesitated. Instead, he added a postscript, hoping it would convey a fraction of what he felt:
P.S. I hope you're doing well. Take care.
He stared at the screen for a moment, then took a deep breath and clicked "send." The email vanished into the digital void, and with it, a weight lifted from his shoulders. Yet, there was a lingering sense of longing, an unfulfilled desire to be more than just a colleague who sent emails at odd hours.
Devrudra shut down his computer and rose from his desk. The office was dim, the shadows stretching and shifting as he moved. He grabbed his coat and stepped into the cool night air. The campus was quiet, the stars above twinkling like scattered diamonds. He gazed up, wondering if Prashmita was looking at the same sky, thinking of him as he was of her.
