𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐁𝐲 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭

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Author's Pov

The sun't rays peeked through the gaps between towering trees as the train glided forward seamlessly. The early morning air was cool and earthy, carrying the soft rhythm of chirping birds. Akshita's lashes fluttered before her eyes opened completely. For a moment, she simply stared, taking in the hazy blur of movement outside the window before realization sank in, they were still on the train. A quiet yawn slipped past her lips, followed by a deep sigh as she shifted slightly, her body aching from hours of lying in the same position.

She lazily checked the time—6 a.m. The train was still humming along the tracks, and they were expected to reach the station around eight. Her mind replayed the events of the night before—the games, the chatter, the laughter—and a quiet warmth unfurled in her chest. She couldn't have asked for more than this to feel happy.

Her gaze drifted across the compartment, settling on each familiar face, peaceful in sleep. A soft smile touched her lips as she gave a silent thank-you to God for bringing these people into her life.

And then her eyes caught the calmest sight ever. Avyay was curled up on the seat opposite hers, clutching the blanket like it was his lifeline. His hair was a beautiful mess, his neck tilted at the most uncomfortable angle, yet somehow, he still looked adorable. No, not just adorable… heartbreakingly handsome, in that unguarded way only he could be.

Akshita's smile deepened, her gaze softening as she watched him sleep. The world outside blurred into mist, but her eyes didn't waver for a second. For her, this was the view she could live a lifetime dreaming of.

She quickly reached for her phone, that mischievous sparkle lighting up her face as she captured this appealing glimpse, a moment she knew she would want to remember forever. Just then, a thought sparked in her mind, quick and thrilling. The idea rooted itself before she could even blink.

She froze mid-motion, eyes flicking around as she clicked her tongue softly, worried that even the faintest sound might wake someone up. Her gaze drifted toward her purse, the very one on which Kritika was sleeping soundly, as if she had absolutely no plans of returning to consciousness anytime soon.

Akshita tugged at the hurdle cautiously, only for Kritika to stir suddenly in her slumber. Akshita froze instantly, breath caught midair, as she watched for the slightest flutter of Kritika's eyelids. But when none came, she let out a quiet sigh of relief, and she carefully slid her purse out from beneath Kritika's pillow, making sure not to wake her.

Sitting back in her previous seat, she pulled out a tiny diary from her handbag, followed by a pencil, a warm smile curling at her lips. As she flipped it open, a few pages fluttered in the breeze, each one carrying a sketch.

The strokes were clean and deliberate, the kind that spoke of quiet patience and care. Every line, every shade, seemed to breathe with emotion. And all the sketches were of one person.