The Last Petal

Rhea loved the quiet moments with Arjun-the kind where words weren't needed. She noticed the little things: his crooked smile, the way his fingers tapped absentmindedly, the warmth in his laugh.

For months, her feelings stayed unspoken, tucked away like a secret. But one evening, as the sunset painted the sky orange, she decided to confess.

"I like you," she whispered, clutching the hem of her kurti.

Arjun's smile softened. "I'm sorry, Rhea. I don't feel the same."

They stayed friends for a while, but time pulled them apart. In their goodbye, Rhea found peace-not in having, but in letting go.