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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March 1st'24
The Medical College library was enveloped in the warm, golden embrace of dusk, where the sun's last rays wove intricate patterns of light and shadow across the towering rows of bookshelves. The scene exuded a serene, almost magical quality, as if time itself had slowed down to savor the moment. Outside, the March air was crisp and invigorating, a gentle whisper of winter's retreat and the imminent arrival of spring. Through the open windows, the delicate fragrance of blossoming flowers drifted in, mingling harmoniously with the rich, musty aroma of aged books, creating an intoxicating blend of nostalgia and renewal.
Devrudra walked down the library's central aisle, his footsteps a whisper on the polished wooden floor. Earlier that day, he had received an email from Prashmita, inviting him to meet her in the library at dusk. A blend of curiosity and anticipation swirled within him. Prashmita was renowned for her intellect and sharp wit, and their interaction, though once was stimulating. Yet, this request felt different, imbued with a sense of personal intimacy that set his heart racing.
As he approached the study area, Devrudra's eyes fell upon Prashmita, seated gracefully at a table near a large window. The last rays of the setting sun bathed her in a soft, golden glow, accentuating her delicate features with a warm radiance. Her hair was gathered in a loose, effortless bun, and she wore a simple yet elegant outfit that mirrored her confident, no-nonsense demeanor. She was deeply engrossed in a thick medical textbook, her brow furrowed in concentration, embodying both intellect and grace in a single, captivating moment.
Devrudra paused for a moment, captivated by the scene before him. He admired her unwavering dedication and the quiet strength that emanated from her every pore. Taking a deep breath to steady his nerves, he approached the table with a sense of reverence and gently cleared his throat, the sound barely disturbing the tranquil atmosphere of the library.
Prashmita looked up, her expression transforming from one of deep concentration to a rather warm, inviting smile. "Dr. Banerjee," she greeted him, using the respect she had bestowed upon him, "I'm so glad you could make it."
"Of course," he replied, pulling out a chair and sitting down across from her. "Your email piqued my curiosity. What's going on?"
Prashmita closed her textbook and leaned forward, her eyes sparkling with a mix of excitement and seriousness. "I wanted to talk to you about something important," she began. "Something I've been thinking about for a while now."
Devrudra nodded, his curiosity growing. "I'm all ears."
As the last light of dusk faded into the deep blue of the evening, the two colleagues settled into a conversation that would change the course of their relationship. The library, with its timeless charm and tranquil ambiance, provided the perfect backdrop for this pivotal moment, marking the beginning of a new chapter in their journey together.
