As you walked into the coaching class, I felt my heart skip a beat.
You were back in my life, brightening my days with your laughter and those little gestures that always made everything feel special.
It was strange how quickly you could turn a ordinary day into something magical.
You were everywhere again, your laugh, your simple gestures, your presence.
It was impossible to ignore how much you still meant to me.
The truth was, even though I tried to focus on my studies, you had become my biggest distraction.
Every time I saw you, I was reminded of everything I had felt, everything I was still trying to bury deep inside.
You unknowingly made my days brighter, and I hated how much power you had over me.
But it wasn't just me who noticed.
Some of our classmates had picked up on it too.
They saw the way my eyes followed you across the room, the way I became quiet whenever you were near.
It didn't take long before the teasing began, but they didn't use your real name.
No, instead, they came up with something that felt almost perfect "Gauri."
I remember the day the nickname was born.
It started as a joke among a few friends during a lunch break.
One of them said,
"If you like her so much, you should give her a name that matches yours."
We all laughed at first, but then someone suggested,
"What about 'Gauri'? It suits her. Plus, it goes well with your name."
At that moment, I was both amused and terrified.
Amused because "Gauri" really did suit you, it was simple, beautiful, and had an elegance that mirrored the way I saw you.
Terrified because I didn't want this secret to slip out.
What if you found out? What if you hated the idea?
Or worse, what if you completely rejected me because of it?
From that day on, whenever you were nearby, they would refer to you as Gauri.
It became our little secret, a name only we used, and every time I heard it, my heart would race.
I wasn't sure how you'd react if you ever found out, and that thought haunted me.
I couldn't bear the idea of you knowing and distancing yourself even more.
And that's how you got the name you never knew...
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