When Hearts Collide
Ekansh Singhania x Naina Sharma
TROPES
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This is a short story with only 30 chapters.
English is not my first language so pl...
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**Author’s POV**
Sunday morning arrived with the promise of clarity—or so Naina hoped. After days of unresolved tension and unspoken words, she had finally taken the plunge and suggested coffee with Ekansh. The casual “let’s clear the air” text seemed simple at the time, but now, as she stood in front of her wardrobe, every decision felt monumental. What did one wear to confront unresolved emotions?
She threw on a casual kurta, paired it with jeans, and took a deep breath. Today wasn’t about appearances—it was about closure. Or at least, that’s what she kept telling herself.
Ekansh had chosen a cozy little café tucked away from the bustling streets. The kind of place where they wouldn’t run into anyone they knew, which, given their shared history, was a good idea.
As Naina entered the café, she spotted Ekansh immediately. He was seated by the window, sipping on what looked like an espresso, his gaze focused on something outside. For a moment, she just stood there, watching him. He looked so calm, so in control—like the years hadn’t affected him at all. But she knew better. There was more to Ekansh than met the eye.
Finally, she gathered her courage and walked over to him.
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**Naina’s POV**
I could feel my palms getting sweaty as I approached the table. It was ridiculous how nervous I was. It’s just Ekansh, I reminded myself. You’ve known him for years. But something about this meeting felt different.
He looked up as I neared, his lips curling into a small smile. “Naina,” he greeted, standing up to pull out the chair for me. “Glad you could make it.”
“Meri choice thi? You don’t exactly take no for an answer,” I teased lightly, trying to ease the tension.
He chuckled, taking his seat again. “I guess some things haven’t changed.”
I ordered a cappuccino, trying to focus on the small pleasantries instead of the enormous elephant in the room. The silence stretched between us as we waited for the coffee, neither of us knowing how to start the conversation we both knew was inevitable.
