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Some stories don't begin with love.
They begin with silence.
In a quiet school classroom, where rain taps softly against the windows,
Rihaan sits by himself observant, guarded, and more comfortable with sketches than words.
He notices details others miss, speaks only when necessary, and carries a pain he never explains.
Priya arrives without noise, but with curiosity. She doesn't try to fix Rihaan or force him to open up. She simply notices the empty seat, the unfinished drawings, the silences that feel heavier than words. Slowly, without meaning to, she begins to care.
We Never Said It First is a slow-burn story about first attachment
the kind that grows quietly, before anyone dares to name it.
It's about:
missing someone without calling it love
understanding before confession
pain that enters softly, without explanation
and connections built through shared silence rather than spoken promise
There are no dramatic declarations here.
Only rain, empty benches, unfinished sketches, and feelings that arrive long before words do.
This story is for those who believe that love doesn't always begin with happiness
sometimes, it begins with concern...
and the things we never said first.