balance and Equations

They met when they were three - Avni with her pigtails and scowl, Dhairya with a slingshot and a grin. Childhood in Indore was filled with scraped knees, shouting matches, and secret chocolate trades. They were best enemies - or worst friends - depending on the day.

Then, Dhairya moved to Rajasthan. Just like that, the daily bickering stopped. Avni claimed it was peaceful. It wasn't.

Years passed.

Now, in the chaos of Mumbai, fate - or LinkedIn - brought them back together. She was studying to become qualified Chartered Accountant, numbers her weapon of choice. He was deep into IIT, obsessed with numbers ,circuits and logic gates.

"Avni Shah?" he asked, almost disbelieving, in the café line near Powai.

"Dhairya Mehta?" she smirked. "Still as annoying?"

He grinned. "Still as competitive?"

The rivalry reignited. Arguments over coding logic and tax loopholes filled their weekends. But somewhere between balance sheets and quantum mechanics, they found comfort in each other's rhythm - like an old melody they didn't realize they remembered.

One day, she walked into his lab with coffee.

"No debate today?" he asked, surprised.

She sipped. "Nah. Thought I'd let you win... for once."

He looked up, smiling softly. "You know, I missed this."

Avni laughed. "I know. I'm unforgettable."

And for the first time, they weren't just friemies. They were something else - maybe something better.

this story is based on my life plz give it a tryy.