She liked him. Quietly....deeply...in the kind of way that never asked to be seen. But he never saw her. Not as a crush. Not as a friend. Not even as someone worth understanding. He wasn't cruel. He wasn't confused. He just... never chose her. And still, she stayed. At first, it was small-just a fleeting feeling. But with time, it grew into something consuming... something that lived in every glance she stole, every message she waited for, every silence he left behind. She fell first. And then she fell harder. Until loving him became a habit she didn't know how to stop. Until one day- she did. Not all at once. Not in a dramatic goodbye. But slowly... piece by piece... she took her heart back. Or at least, that's what it looked like. Because now- she doesn't react. She doesn't wait. She doesn't care. Or maybe... she just pretends she doesn't. To him, she was just someone annoying. Someone easy to ignore. Someone who never mattered. But fate has a way of returning what was once overlooked. Because when they meet again- when her eyes no longer search for him- He notices. He pauses. He wonders. He feels. And this time... he falls. Harder than she ever did. Not slowly. Not carefully. But in the kind of way that ruins sleep and steals breath. While she- just watches, as if she feels nothing at all. 🏆 Ranked #1 in Crush 🏆 Ranked #1 in OneSidedLove 🏆 Ranked #1 in Reunion ~ a story that started with silence... and stayed. ❤️

Vennala, a 23 year old living life on her own with her hard worked money , has no parents, definitely a very kind person on earth , very innocent and loving. Vividh, a 25 year old man doing IT job while struggling to keep with up socialisation, he doesn't like people and hate being in crowds , a lonely yet caring person. These two lost souls meet and yeah destiny has its own plans , so things change and feelings grow? But the main question is? Will they survive?

Can you fall in love with someone you've never even seen? Eleven years ago, she came into my life like an empty space. The seat she left behind when she suddenly disappeared... that's where I first felt her presence. I never saw her face. But her painting-and the stories about her-became a promise I never broke. Today, after eleven years, a message has arrived. A reunion. Will she come? Or has that strange love already stopped existing... somewhere in time? I want to meet her. Just once. A story that began with a bench... and ended in an unfinished wait. "Some benches are just furniture. But this one was a promise."