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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19th March'24
It had been nearly two weeks since the trio—Prashmita, Devrudra, and Somvrat—had their last in-depth discussion about the nanodrug group project in the cafeteria. The conversation had been centered around the complexities of their research, the intricacies of data analysis, and the challenges of aligning their individual contributions. Since then, their meetings had been brief and to the point, driven by the need to submit and review each member's data collection.
Despite the frequent encounters, the atmosphere between Prashmita and Devrudra remained unusually distant. They had exchanged the necessary information, including the MRI scans Devrudra had promised her, but their interactions were largely limited to the essentials. Devrudra had noticed the subtle shift in Prashmita's demeanor—she was still reserved, still focused on the task at hand, but there was something different about her now.
She wasn't as cold or indifferent as before. There were moments, fleeting yet noticeable, when a small smile would play on her lips—a gesture so rare that it caught Devrudra off guard the first few times he saw it. It wasn't a broad, open smile, but a delicate curve of her lips, almost as if she was allowing herself to relax, if only for a moment.
These smiles, though rare, didn't go unnoticed by Somvrat either. He continued to crack his usual jokes during their discussions, his lightheartedness serving as a buffer to the otherwise intense academic conversations. Prashmita didn't laugh out loud, but there was a slight softening in her eyes, a hint that she was beginning to appreciate the camaraderie, even if she didn't fully engage in it.
Prashmita walked into the quiet, dimly lit college library, her steps measured and deliberate as she scanned the rows of bookshelves. The scent of old paper and the soft rustle of pages filled the air, a familiar comfort to her. She was on a mission, her mind focused on finding the latest research volumes she needed for her project on Glioblastoma Multiforme.
After a few minutes of browsing, she found what she was looking for—a couple of thick, well-worn books. She carefully pulled them from the shelf, cradling them in her arms as she made her way towards the exit. Lost in thought, she didn't notice someone turning the corner at the same time.
Before she knew it, Prashmita collided with a solid figure. The impact caused her to stumble slightly, and the books in her arms wobbled precariously.
"Whoa, sorry!" Devrudra's familiar voice broke through her thoughts, his hands instinctively reaching out to steady her. Prashmita blinked, surprised to find herself face-to-face with him. She hadn't expected to see him here, of all places.
"Dr. Banerjee...," she murmured, a hint of surprise in her voice. She quickly regained her composure, adjusting the books in her grip.
"Prashmita," he replied with a grin, clearly amused by the unexpected encounter. "We seem to have a habit of running into each other."
