sunshineandscribbles
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- Parts 11
She hadn't meant to be noticed.
Delhi was supposed to be simple, a new college, a rented room, and a life that finally felt like her own.
No relatives asking questions.
No expectations wrapped in concern.
Just space.
And then there was Advay Arora.
The boy who moved through life with quiet precision, composed, disciplined, always a step ahead. The kind who didn't get distracted. The kind who didn't look twice.
She wasn't supposed to cross his path.
He wasn't supposed to matter.
But some connections don't arrive loudly.
They happen in libraries.
In accidental conversations.
In shared silences that feel a little too comfortable.
And sometimes... they follow you home.
Because somewhere between restraint and unspoken curiosity, something begins to grow.
Not in grand confessions.
Not in dramatic declarations.
But in glances.
In pauses.
In everything they don't say.