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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20th March'24
The morning air was crisp with the lingering chill of winter, though the hints of spring were beginning to emerge. Prashmita, wrapped in her favorite shawl, decided to take a rare early morning stroll.
The campus was quiet, the stillness only interrupted by the occasional rustle of leaves or the chirping of birds greeting the dawn.
The path to the lake was lined with trees that were just beginning to bud, and the soft light of the morning sun bathed everything in a gentle golden hue.
Prashmita walked slowly, savoring the peace that the early hour offered. It was a time when the world seemed to belong only to her, untouched by the demands of her daily routine.
As she reached the lake, she spotted an empty iron bench, its cold surface gleaming faintly in the morning light. She made her way over and sat down, her body relaxing as she took in the serene view.
The water was calm, reflecting the soft pinks and oranges of the sky. Prashmita took out the thermos she had brought along and poured herself a cup of coffee. The warmth of the drink contrasted with the cool air, providing a comforting balance.
Unbeknownst to her, Devrudra had also decided to enjoy the tranquility of the morning. He had been on his regular morning walk, a habit he cherished for the clarity it brought to his thoughts. As he walked along the path, he noticed a familiar figure seated on one of the benches by the lake.
It took him only a moment to recognize Prashmita, her form slightly hunched over as she cradled her coffee. A small smile tugged at his lips as he decided to approach her. He moved quietly, not wanting to startle her.
When he was close enough, he reached out and tapped her gently on the shoulder. "Prashmita?"
She turned her head at the sound of her name, her eyes widening slightly in surprise. For a brief moment, she was caught off guard, not just by his unexpected presence, but by the sight of him.
The first rays of dawn kissed his face with a soft, golden light, illuminating the sharp contours of his features and bathing his skin in a gentle, ethereal glow.
It was as if the universe itself had held its breath, suspending time for just a moment, allowing her to absorb every detail—the way his dark lashes rested against his cheek, the serene rise and fall of his chest, the quiet strength that seemed to radiate from him even in his slumber.
In that stillness, he looked almost unreal, as though sculpted by the morning light itself, a vision of peace and warmth that made her heart swell with quiet awe.
There was something different in the way she saw him at that moment—something that stirred a feeling deep within her, a feeling she hadn't quite experienced before. The usual composed and distant demeanor she maintained around him seemed to waver, replaced by a subtle curiosity and an unfamiliar warmth.
