Some days had passed since **Rai** first noticed **Keshav**, and tuition afternoons had settled into a rhythm of
studying, chatting, and quiet laughter. That day, the room felt calm, sun streaming in through the
windows, when a small, ordinary moment turned into something unforgettable.
**Rai** was sitting with her friend, sharing a book. In a playful misstep, her friend's leg accidentally
touched **Rai**. Giggling and slightly annoyed, **Rai** whispered, **"Oi, paa, ta sora"** *("Hey, move your leg")*—telling her friend to
move.
But at that exact moment, **Keshav** happened to be nearby. His eyes caught hers, and he assumed she
was talking to him. Without missing a beat, he replied in a soft, lovely tone, **"Hmm, sorachi goo"** *("Hmm, I'm moving")*.
**Rai** froze for a second, heart skipping. That voice, calm yet warm, carrying a hint of charm—it made her
cheeks flush. She realized then that the boy she had been quietly noticing for days was not only funny
and bubbly, but sweet in a way she hadn't expected.
What could have been an awkward, ordinary moment became the first real exchange between them—
small words, simple tones, yet magical in their own way. In that instant, **Rai** felt a spark, a gentle thrill
that made her heart flutter. She knew, somehow, that this was the beginning of conversations, laughter,
and a connection that would grow into something far deeper.
Even in the simplest of exchanges, **Keshavhad made his presence felt—and **Rai** couldn't help but smile,
her heart quietly, beautifully falling.