Gravity Between Us

They told me about him before I even knew his face.

Aarav Verma - the boy with heartbreak stitched into every story, with eyes that spoke in riddles and a smirk that left people ruined. The kind of guy who collected hearts like souvenirs and left behind pieces of himself in every memory.

And then there was me.
The quiet one. The girl who existed between pages of poetry and half-finished journals. I wasn't meant to be a chapter in his story. I wasn't supposed to even matter.

But fate doesn't ask for permission.

It started with stolen glances in crowded corridors, with conversations that meant nothing but felt like everything. A spark where there shouldn't have been one. A gravity that neither of us could name.

He was the storm they warned me about.
I was the calm he never saw coming.

And somewhere between pretending not to care and holding back words we were too scared to say, we built something dangerous - something fragile and real.

This isn't a story about falling in love.
It's about the ache of almosts, the weight of unspoken feelings, and the fear of loving someone who might never be yours to keep.

Because sometimes, the people who aren't meant to stay leave the deepest marks.
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Disclaimer:

This is a work of fiction. All characters, events, and situations depicted in this story are products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or real-life events is purely coincidental.

The story touches upon themes of rumors, heartbreak, and emotional conflict in a college setting. Reader discretion is advised. This story is intended for entertainment purposes only and does not promote or encourage reckless behavior, emotional manipulation, or unhealthy relationships.

Please remember: every person deserves kindness, respect, and honesty in real life. Stories are for feeling, not imitating.

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