𝐝𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐥𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐮𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬

To Shalaka Joshi, Vivaan Kulkarni has been the imperfectly perfect best-friend who's always been there for her and with her no matter what happens, whether she's jumping into a sea of abyss, or whether she's soaring high in the sky.

He'd be there to comfort her if she got her heartbroken, to break the guy's bones who had the audacity to break his best-friend's heart, to take her out on midnight rides whenever he knows she's low, to buy her every book she expresses her desire to read, to get ice-creams and chocolates for her during her periods, almost boyfriend material.

Almost.

To Vivaan Kulkarni, Shalaka Joshi has been a quiet kid who turned into his best-friend after his extrovert self couldn't help but befriend the day she moved in next door.

Simply sitting with her, sharing a tranquil hush has been more comforting for him than the amount of words and sentences any other friend would offer him.

He simply had to knock her door when he felt low, and there she'd be, sitting right next to him, comforting him through bear hugs or little to no words at all.

Their friendship was almost perfect, till her heart and mind refused to coordinate to keep it the same way, crossing the boundaries of friendship.

And she had to step back.

Because Vivaan Kulkarni, was never falling for her in an entire eternity.

Was he?