Aisha couldn't stop thinking about the new boy in class. His calm but cold eyes and quiet nature made him different from everyone else.
The next morning, the school felt the same as always, but Aisha felt strangely nervous. She didn't understand why.
As she walked through the hallway, she accidentally dropped her notebook. Papers scattered across the floor.
Before she could pick them up, someone bent down and helped her collect them.
It was Armaan.
For a moment, neither of them said anything.
"Here," he said quietly, handing her the notebook.
His voice was calm but distant.
"Thank you," Aisha replied softly.
Armaan nodded and walked away without another word.
Aisha stood there for a moment, confused. There was something mysterious about him, something that made her curious.
Later that day in class, Aisha noticed Armaan sitting alone near the back. He didn't talk to anyone, and no one dared to disturb him.
But every once in a while, she felt his eyes glance in her direction.
Aisha quickly looked away, her heart beating a little faster.
She didn't know why, but she felt that meeting Armaan was not just a coincidence.
Maybe their paths had crossed for a reason.