The classroom was loud — papers rustling, pens clicking, and the occasional frustrated sigh when someone didn't understand the math problem on the board.
But I didn't hear any of that.
I heard his laugh.
Abhimanyu Singh.
He was two benches behind me, and yet, somehow always closer than I expected.
The boy every girl noticed but none really knew.The rich kid with the sharp jawline, silent confidence, and something unexplainably soft in his eyes — if you looked closely enough.
We weren't friends. Not then.
We were just two names on the same tuition register.
Until the day he leaned forward and said, "Hey, you got an extra pen?"
So ordinary. So simple.
But something in me clicked.
We started small.Passing pens.Sharing notes.Smiling when no one else was looking.
Then came the texts.
Late at night.Random.Funny.Sweet.
"I bet you snore.""You're weird.""But you're kinda my favorite kind of weird."
And before I knew it, I was waking up to his "good mornings" and sleeping with his "sweet dreams."
One day, it rained.
Heavy, dramatic monsoon rain.I was stuck outside with no umbrella. Everyone had already left. Everyone but him.
He stood beside me, holding out his hoodie.
"Wear it," he said. "Or you'll turn into a walking cold."
I stared at him.
"Seriously?"
He laughed. "You'll look better in it anyway."
I wore it.
And in that moment, something shifted.
I wasn't just a girl from his class anymore.He wasn't just a boy with good looks.
We were a feeling.Something new.Something fragile and real.
He walked me home that day.
We talked about music, our stupid fear of lizards, his dream of becoming a doctor — even though his father wanted him to take over the family business.
"You ever feel like your future's already written for you?" he asked.
"Sometimes," I said. "But I also believe we can rewrite it."
He looked at me like I had just said something important.
And that's when I knew…
This wasn't a crush.
It was the beginning of something much deeper.
A love story.Messy. Pure. Tangled.Ours.
And like all stories that matter…It didn't start with a plan.It started with a boy. A pen. And a hoodie I never gave back.