Her Senior School crush

The Honeymoon Phase

The days following his proposal were a whirlwind of emotions, laughter, and a budding closeness that felt almost magical. It was as though our lives had transformed overnight, from quiet smiles and stolen glances to a universe where it was just the two of us—together, happy, and hopelessly in love.

We became the topic of silent giggles and teasing among our friends. Everywhere we went, we could feel their knowing eyes following us, their sly smirks suggesting they were waiting for one of us to blush. I wasn’t immune to it, of course, but he handled it with surprising charm.

“Do you guys need a banner?” one of my friends teased one day during lunch. “Like, ‘The Campus’s Cutest Couple’ or something?”

“Why not?” he retorted, flashing that playful grin I was starting to love. “I mean, someone’s got to set the bar around here.”

I rolled my eyes, trying to suppress the smile tugging at my lips. He always knew how to turn even the silliest comments into something lighthearted and fun.

The Little Things

Our days were filled with moments that might have seemed ordinary to others but meant the world to me. A late-night phone call where we talked about everything and nothing at all, those quiet walks around campus after classes, his hand occasionally brushing mine—it all felt surreal, like we were writing our own little story.

One evening, after a particularly tiring day of classes, we found ourselves sitting on the campus lawn. The sky was painted in shades of orange and pink, and the soft breeze carried the scent of freshly cut grass.

“You know,” he said, lying back on the grass and looking up at the sky, “I could get used to this. Just you, me, and… maybe some chai.”

I laughed, nudging him playfully. “Chai? That’s your idea of romance?”

“Absolutely,” he replied, his tone mock-serious. “Chai is the drink of poets, of dreamers. You drink it, and suddenly, everything feels possible.”

I shook my head, smiling despite myself. “Fine. Next time, I’ll bring the chai.”

“And samosas,” he added quickly, sitting up and grinning.

“Oh, so now it’s chai and samosas? You’re pushing your luck,” I teased.

Dates and Sweet Moments

Our first official date was simple but perfect. He took me to a small café near campus, a place tucked away from the usual crowd. The walls were covered in book pages and fairy lights, creating a cozy, almost magical ambiance.

“This is my favorite spot,” he admitted as we settled into a corner booth. “I come here when I need to think.”

“And what are we thinking about today?” I asked, half-joking but curious.

“You,” he said softly, his gaze meeting mine.

It was such a small word, but the way he said it made my heart flutter.

We spent hours there, talking about everything from childhood memories to our dreams for the future. He told me about his plans to travel, to see the world and maybe even settle somewhere far away. I told him about my love for writing and how I wanted to leave my own mark on the world.

By the end of the night, we’d shared more than just coffee and conversation. We’d shared a piece of ourselves, and that felt more intimate than anything else.

Playful Teasing and Friend Jokes

Our friends, of course, weren’t ones to let things go unnoticed. During a group lunch one day, one of his friends smirked and asked, “So, when’s the wedding? Do we need to start saving for the gifts?”

“Next week,” he replied without missing a beat, throwing his arm over my shoulder. “You better start saving now if you want to buy something good.”

I smacked his arm, laughing. “Don’t listen to him. You’ll probably end up buying me a gift first.”

“Oh, is that how it works?” he teased, leaning closer. “What do you want? A book? A necklace? My endless affection?”

“I’ll take the affection,” I replied, grinning. “It’s free, right?”

“For you? Always.”

Moments That Meant Everything

There were moments that weren’t flashy or grand but still meant the world. Like when he’d wait outside my class just to walk me back to my hostel or the time he surprised me with my favorite snacks after I’d mentioned in passing how much I missed home-cooked food.

One evening, we found ourselves sitting under a tree near the library. The campus was quiet, most students busy studying or relaxing in their rooms.

“Do you think this will last?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

He turned to me, his expression soft but serious. “I don’t know what the future holds,” he admitted. “But I know that right now, there’s nowhere else I’d rather be than here, with you.”

It was moments like these, small and seemingly insignificant, that made me believe in us. We weren’t perfect, but we were trying, and that was enough.

For now, the world felt like it was ours. But little did we know, the cracks were already beginning to form, hiding beneath the surface of our seemingly perfect love story.

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