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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The next day
Devrudra and Somvrat sat in Somvrat's cozy hostel room, the air filled with the faint smell of the warm food they had received from an online delivery service.
The room, though small, had an inviting charm-a simple desk piled with books, a few posters on the wall, and a small but comfortable couch perfect for lounging. Sunlight streamed through the narrow window, illuminating dust particles dancing in the air.
It was already 11:30 a.m., and both of them exchanged glances, silently wondering why Prashmita was late. She had promised to arrive by 11, but there was still no sign of her.
Devrudra, dressed in a faded blue t-shirt and joggers, carefully unwrapped the containers of food, laying them out on the floor in neat rows, creating a makeshift buffet.
His mind, however, kept wandering to thoughts of Prashmita, wondering if something had happened or if she had simply gotten lost in her books again. He smiled to himself at the thought.
"She's really taking her time, isn't she?" Somvrat remarked, pulling his hair into a bun and glancing at his phone for any messages from her. His voice had a playful edge, though there was a flicker of concern in his eyes.
Devrudra chuckled softly. "She probably lost track of time. You know how she is when she gets in her zone."
Somvrat rolled his eyes dramatically, as if that explained everything. "Well, if she doesn't show up soon, I'm eating her share of the chicken lahori."
"Good luck explaining that to her later," Devrudra responded, amusement clear in his tone as he placed another container down, this one filled with puris.
Somvrat took a seat on the floor, cross-legged, and pulled a bottle of soft drink from one of the bags. "Seriously though, do you think she's okay? It's not like her to be late, especially without a text."
Devrudra paused for a moment, considering. His brow furrowed slightly. "She'll be fine. Maybe she just needed a moment. I'll call her in a bit if she doesn't show up."
The clock ticked softly, the room now filled with the scent of spices and anticipation. There was a quietness between them, both waiting for their third companion, yet an unspoken understanding lingered that Prashmita's pace was her own.
Devrudra leaned back, resting his hands on the floor behind him, and looked out the window, lost in thought. The vibrant food spread before him was the only thing grounding him in the present.
Prashmita, at that moment, was in the library, completely absorbed in her studies. She had intended to leave by 11, but time had slipped away as she lost herself in a research article.
