Meera liked silence.
Not the lonely kind—but the calm kind. The kind that lived in early mornings, empty classrooms, and pages of unfinished notebooks. She often sat on the last bench near the window, watching the trees sway as if they were whispering secrets only they understood.
It was the first day of her new school.
A new place. New faces. New rules.
But the same old feeling in her heart—stay invisible.
The classroom buzzed with laughter and chatter. Friends hugged, desks were dragged, names were shouted across the room. Meera kept her head down, pretending to be busy arranging her books.
That's when she noticed him.
He walked in quietly, just like her. Tall, messy hair, eyes calm but curious. He took the seat two rows ahead, also near the window. For a moment, he turned around—and their eyes met.
Just for a second.
She looked away immediately, her heart skipping in a way she didn't understand.
His name was Ayaan.
She didn't know it yet. She didn't know that this one glance would slowly change her life. That the silence she loved would soon be filled with words, laughter, and feelings she had never planned for.
Outside, the bell rang.
Inside, something had already begun.