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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13th April'24
The warmth of the Saturday afternoon lingered over the campus, bathing it in a golden light that seemed to slow time itself. Prashmita, Somvrat, and Devrudra strolled lazily back toward their hostels, their footsteps falling into an easy rhythm. Over the past weeks, their dynamic had shifted. Prashmita and Somvrat had been inseparable for years, their friendship like an unspoken pact. But somehow, Devrudra had effortlessly slipped into that equation, his warm energy melting even Prashmita's famously frosty demeanor.
Their conversation drifted back to the Nano-drug project they'd been working on together, though the urgency that had once hung over their discussions seemed to have dissipated with the weekend's arrival.
"We still need to review the latest biopsy results," Prashmita reminded, her tone calm but firm. "And, Devrudra, don't forget to give a final look at those MRI copies before Monday."
Somvrat groaned theatrically, throwing his head back as if her words physically pained him. "Prash, for the love of God, do you even know what weekends are? Let me spell it out for you: no. work."
Devrudra laughed, his voice warm and easy. "He's got a point. We're not saving the world tonight, right? Let's pretend it's not all on us for once." He adjusted the strap of his bag, his gaze lingering on Prashmita's face, half-expecting her to scold them both.
Prashmita opened her mouth to fire back, her lips already curling into that half-smile she reserved for when she was about to deliver a pointed retort—but then everything froze.
Two hands suddenly covered her eyes, blocking her view. The world went dark in an instant, and she froze mid-step, her breath catching sharply in her throat. The laughter and warmth in the air evaporated as her heart raced, her mind frantically trying to place the unexpected touch.
"What the—" she started, her hands reaching up instinctively.
"Guess who?" came a familiar voice from behind, playful and warm, yet rustic, like a breeze carrying both laughter and the scent of earth. It wrapped around Prashmita, grounding her in its softness before she even turned.
Prashmita's entire posture relaxed as the voice registered. "Agnidev?" she asked, incredulous, her voice barely a whisper.
The hands pulled away, and standing before her was Agnidev, his face lit up with a mischievous smile. He looked effortlessly charming, as always, in a casual yet well-tailored jacket. The years seemed to have barely touched him.
"Surprise," Agnidev grinned, his eyes dancing with amusement as he watched her reaction.
Prashmita blinked, clearly thrown off by his unexpected presence. "What are you doing here?!" Her usual calm, composed demeanor was momentarily cracked, replaced by genuine surprise, without wasting a single moemnt she jumped right into his arm.
