Iqsh, Slowly

Aditya and Rohini had the kind of friendship people didn't quite understand. They weren't loud or dramatic, didn't need constant talking to feel close-yet somehow, they were always there for each other. In college, while others rushed through crowded hallways and shifting friendships, they moved like a quiet constant. Aditya, calm and observant, was the one who noticed when Rohini skipped lunch or forced a smile. Rohini, thoughtful and sharp, could read Aditya's silences better than anyone else. They had grown up side by side, sharing school benches, rainy walks, and endless conversations that stretched from childhood into something deeper-something neither of them ever stopped to define.