Welcome back, dear reader.

Every chapter unfolds a new shade of love, a deeper emotion, and a hidden truth.

Walk slowly through these pages, feel every heartbeat, and let the story wrap around your soul.

Author's pov:

June,

The month of realisation ,

They used to talk all day… and all night.

Endless conversations that never seemed to end, as if time itself paused just to listen to them.

From the smallest details of their day to the deepest corners of their thoughts—nothing was left unsaid.

They shared everything.

They laughed like best friends,

cared like something more,

and fought like Tom and Jerry—loud, childish, but somehow full of hidden love.

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One day, in the middle of a normal conversation, she mentioned a teacher from her school.

It was nothing serious, Just a simple, casual mention But for him… it wasn’t simple.

Something inside him shifted, Jealousy crept in quietly, wrapping around his thoughts.

The idea of someone else being a part of her world…someone she talked about…

someone real in her daily life— it disturbed him more than he expected.

His tone changed and then he said it—

cold and firm, “Block him.” She paused For the first time, she didn’t agree, She refused.

Not because she didn’t care about him,

but because she didn’t understand why she had to.

Her mind was still innocent…

still seeing the world in simple ways But that one “no”…became the beginning of everything falling apart.

That day, their conversation wasn’t the same, There was no laughter.

No comfort, Only silence…

and unspoken pain.

Then he said something that broke her completely, “Choose. Him… or me.”

Her heart sank, She knows Ravi sir is only her choice, She knows Ravi sir is the most important person for her , To her, it was never a choice. He was always her person and so… she chose him.

But somehow… she said " Lakin wo school teacher ha or mera reporting!"

even that wasn’t so much but.

He was hurt, Deeply hurt and in that pain, he said something she never expected, “If you really want to see me happy… then block me.”

Time stopped, Her fingers froze.

Her heart refused to accept what her ears had just heard.

She apologized… again and again…

her words breaking, her voice shaking But he didn’t change his mind and slowly, painfully, she realised— this wasn’t a request, It was an ending.

So she did something she never thought she could. She chose his happiness, over her own.

With tears blurring her vision,

and her heart was screaming silently, She blocked him.

That night…wasn’t just a night, It was a storm.

She cried until her eyes hurt, until her chest felt heavy, until even breathing became difficult.

Miles away…he cried too.

Two hearts, connected by memories,

breaking in silence… at the same time.

The next morning felt different, Empty, Like the world had lost its color. She woke up… but didn’t feel alive.

Her hands instinctively reached for her phone, wanting to undo everything…

to unblock him… to fix it all But his words echoed in her mind:

“If you want to see me happy…” and she stopped.

Not because she didn’t want to,

but because she loved him enough to stay away.

That morning,

She completes her daily works bathing, Breakfast and all. After that at 9 am she went to her room.

She tried to study, to focus, to act normal But inside…she was still stuck, sat alone in her study room.

Books open in front of her, but her mind lost somewhere else.

The silence around her felt too loud And then— Her phone buzzed, Something inside her shifted.

With a slow, hesitant movement,

she looked at the screen And in that moment…her world stopped again.

It was him, His name, His photo.

Her eyes filled instantly.

Tears rolled down before she could stop them.

But along with the pain…

there was something else.

A strange, unexpected happiness Like her soul recognised him before her mind could react.

Her hands trembled as she picked up the call.

For a moment…

neither of them spoke.

Only silence.

Heavy… emotional… real.

Then finally—

A voice, weak and broken, reached her:

“Chhoti!”

That one word…held everything, The pain, The longing and The nights they cried alone.

She didn’t need to ask, She could feel it , He had cried too and in that moment…

they both understood something they never said before—

Some connections…even silence cannot break.

His voice cracked through the silence,

soft yet sharp,

“Chhoti! 9 ka table suno, jaldi!”

Her tear-streaked face twisted in confusion.

Why was he saying this now, of all times?

She wiped her eyes quickly, trying to hold herself together,

but her heart couldn’t stop the pain.

For a moment, everything felt distant.

She could barely understand his words,

the weight of everything else filling her mind.

Trying to regain her composure, she softly replied,

“Nhi!”

But his voice, trembling with emotion, cut through.

“Mera itna saal bolne ke baad bhi tum ek table yaad nahi ki? Aur mera ek bolne se humko bol kar di?”

The sting in his words felt like a slap.

She had never heard him sound like this. The hurt in his tone hit harder than anything else.

And then, it happened, His sobs broke the silence.

He was crying.

It wasn’t just sadness—it was a deep, gut-wrenching pain she never wanted to cause.

Her tears started flowing uncontrollably.

She didn’t know what else to do—she was drowning in her own guilt.

The words she wished she could take back echoed in her mind.

Between her sobs, she whispered,

“I’m sorry…”, But he kept crying.

The weight of it crushed her.

She felt helpless, unable to stop his pain.

Then, something shifted.

He paused mid-sob, his breath ragged,

as if something in his mind clicked.

He realised—

something was wrong.

Not just the situation… but her.

Her breathing was strained.

She had a problem, Whenever she cried too much, her breath would become shallow, as if she couldn’t fill her lungs. He knew that feeling too well, but now, he saw it in her.

Without thinking, he wiped away his own tears, his voice softened, but firm,

“Stop crying, Chhoti. I forgive you… calm down, please, just breathe.”

But she couldn’t. Her sobs only deepened and her chest felt heavier. It hurts to breathe. It hurts to feel.

His panic rose but he knew he had to do something. He couldn’t let her fall apart like this.

In that moment, he understood that his role was more than just comfort—

it was to protect her, to make sure she was okay.

He gently said,

“Chhoti, hum chhat se khud jyga chup ho jao.”

Something about his words…

his intention to give her space yet still be there for her…

brought a sense of peace she didn’t expect.

Slowly, her breath began to steady.

Her tears stopped falling,

and the tightness in her chest loosened.

For the first time that night,

she felt like she could breathe again.

Not just physically—but emotionally.

In that silence, a bond stronger than before formed between them.

They had broken each other,

but they had also healed each other.

Their hearts, once shattered by misunderstanding,

had found their way back to each other.

And though they didn’t need to say anything more,

they knew everything was going to be okay.

They were forgiven.

They were whole again.

And most of all,

they were together.

———

He was the kind of person who never let anything distract him from his studies.

Books were his priority. Goals were his focus.

Discipline was his identity.

Before she came into his life…

nothing could shake that.

But now—

somewhere between chapters and deadlines,

there was her.

And without even realizing it,

he had started waiting.

Waiting for her messages.

Waiting for her voice.

Waiting… just to talk.

Meanwhile,

Her world was completely different.

She had her own routine— simple, tiring, and ordinary.

She would return from school, exhausted,

eat her lunch quietly and then fall asleep for three long hours…as if her body gave up the moment she reached home.

Then again, she would wake up, rush to her tuition classes, spend two more hours there, come back, finish her homework, have dinner…and fall asleep once again.

A cycle that never changed But slowly…

something did change.

She started waking up early, Not for school, Not for studies But for him.

Before the world even woke up, before the sunlight touched her window, she would pick up her phone— just to hear his voice and suddenly, her entire routine began to revolve around him.

She would rush through everything—

getting ready for school, finishing small tasks— all in just fifteen minutes…because she knew— he was waiting and then… the call would connect.

From that moment on, time stopped mattering. Day turned into night,

and night into another morning…but their conversation never seemed to end.

They talked about everything— random thoughts, small fights, silly jokes,

dreams, fears, insecurities…and slowly,

they started knowing each other—

not just on the surface…but deeply.

It wasn’t just talking anymore, It was understanding, It was feeling, It was that phase— where two people don’t even realize

how close they’ve become…until they can’t imagine a single day

without each other.

He, who once never got distracted…

Now he waited for her voice And she, who once lived in a fixed routine…

now shaped her entire day around him And somewhere in between…

without any announcement, without any promises—they became

each other’s favorite part of the day And now… they  talked like separation was never an option.

As if distance didn’t exist, As if silence had no place between them. Every conversation carried a quiet promise—

“I’m here… and I’m not going anywhere.”

Without even realizing it, their lives had changed, Not suddenly, Not loudly But slowly… deeply… completely.

His books were still there, his goals still mattered—but now, in between those pages,

there was her name, A thought, A smile and A reason to pause.

Her routine— once tiring and repetitive— now had meaning.

Every early morning had a purpose, Every rushed moment had a reason Because at the end of it all… there was him.

They didn’t plan it, They didn’t even notice it happening But somewhere along the way,

they became each other’s habit, Not the kind you break—but the kind you can’t live without.

When one felt low, the other became strength.

When one stayed silent, the other understood.

No explanations needed, No words required.

Just presence, Just them.

They laughed more freely now, Fought less seriously, Cared more deeply And loved…

without even saying the word.

It was no longer just about talking, It was about belonging.

Two lives, two completely different worlds—

somehow, beautifully intertwined And in this quiet, growing bond…

they didn’t just find love—they found home

in each other.

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One day, out of nowhere, she heard about a bike accident.

It was just a random piece of news…

something people usually hear and move on from But she couldn’t Because the very first thought that came to her mind was—

him.

Her heart skipped, A strange fear wrapped around her chest, tight and suffocating.

“What if something happens to him?”

That one thought refused to leave, She went back home, tried to follow her usual routine—

changing clothes, eating, doing small tasks…But nothing felt normal.

Her mind wasn’t with her. It kept running…

imagining things she didn’t want to imagine, Every second felt heavier than the last.

Fear isn’t loud sometimes— it sits quietly inside you…and slowly takes over everything.

Finally, after finishing everything, she picked up her phone, Her fingers felt cold. Her heartbeat was faster than ever before.

For a moment…she just stared at his name on the screen, Then she called.

He picked up almost instantly, His familiar, warm voice came through—

“Haan bolo, Chhoti! Aa gayi school se?”,and suddenly, all the strength she had been holding onto…started breaking.

With a trembling voice, she replied,

“Haan… suniyega na… aap apni Chhoti ki ek baat maanenge?”

He smiled softly, unaware of the storm inside, and said, “Haan bolo…”

She didn’t hesitate this time, No overthinking, No fear of sounding childish, Just pure concern.

With a strict, almost emotional firmness in her voice, she said—

“Aap aaj ke baad kabhi bhi speed mein bike nahi chalayenge… okay? Aaj humne bike accident suna… humko bahut darr lag raha hai…”

There was silence for a second, On the other side…he wasn’t upset, He was smiling.

A quiet, unexpected smile Because for the first time, he felt it— Her concern, Real, Pure and Unfiltered.

The kind that doesn’t come from obligation…

but from the heart And in that moment, it felt beautiful, Soft , special Like butterflies quietly rising inside him But she…she was still scared.

Her voice softened, almost pleading now—

“Aapko meri kasam hai… please, theek hai na?”

That word—kasam—carried everything, Her fear, Her attachment and Her unspoken care.

He closed his eyes for a second, still smiling… but softer now And gently, he said— “Theek hai… nahi chalunga.”

On her side, her heart finally slowed down.

The fear didn’t completely go away…but it felt lighter Because somewhere, she knew—He listened, He cared And in that small moment,

without saying “I love you”… they felt something deeper.

Slowly… without even realising it, their “miss you” began again.

Not the kind people say casually… but the kind that lingers even after hours of talking.

They would stay on call the entire day— talking, laughing, sharing everything… and yet, the moment the call ended, a strange silence would fill their hearts.

As if something was still left incomplete, As if… they weren’t ready to let go.

Now, even small distances felt heavy, If he didn’t reply for a few minutes, she would check her phone again and again.

If her voice sounded low, he would immediately notice. They had started feeling each other— without even saying anything.

In between these soft moments, he would often tease her in his usual way—

“Pata hai, Chhoti… tum ekdam wife material ho.”

Every single time, her reaction was the same, Silence. A small, shy smile that no one could see… but he could feel through the phone.

Her fingers would start playing nervously with anything nearby— her books, her pen… anything And softly, almost hiding herself, she would ask— “Kaise…?”

There would be a small pause, As if he was smiling on the other side And then he would say—“Bas… tum ho.”

No explanation, No big words But somehow…

those two simple words carried more meaning than anything else.

That night, after the call ended, she didn’t sleep immediately.

She lay quietly on her bed, staring at the ceiling…replaying his words again and again.

“Wife material…”

Her heart felt warm and different. Something inside her was slowly changing… but she didn’t try to understand it. She just… felt it And then one day— in the middle of a random conversation, when everything was normal… light… peaceful—

his tone suddenly changed, More serious, More real, “Chhoti…”

She instantly noticed, “Haan?”

A small pause and then he said— “Tumko tumhare Ravi sir ka kasam… aaj ke baad na tumhari life mein koi aayega, na meri… seedha hum dono ki shaadi hogi… okay?” (separately)

For a moment— everything around her went silent. She didn’t respond immediately. Not because she didn’t understand…but because she understood too much.

It wasn’t just a promise, It was his hidden jealousy, His fear, His attachment.

His way of saying—

“I don’t want to give you anyone's hand.”And instead of questioning it…instead of laughing it off…

a soft, uncontrollable smile appeared on her face. Her heart accepted it quietly, She didn’t say much. Just a small— “ ok mere Sir!”, But that “Mere sir” carried everything.

After that day, their bond changed again. They became more open, More comfortable, More… theirs.

Now their conversations felt like daily life, Not something extra but something necessary.

She started asking him small, caring questions,“Khaana khaye?”, “Kahan ha abhi?”, “Kab ghar aayga?”and he would answer patiently, sometimes teasing, sometimes soft…but always there.

Sometimes, while they were on call,

something would come up on his side—

family, work, background noise…But they wouldn’t disconnect.

She would stay on the call, Quiet, Just listening to his voice in the background. Not because she doubted him…but because his presence felt like comfort, Like safety.

For her—his voice was enough And whenever she felt scared…overthinking, small fears, random worries—she called him, Every single time and every single time—

he was there, “Kya hua, Chhoti?”

Just hearing that…made everything better.

Sometimes, their conversations would drift into the future, Not seriously, Not as a plan But like soft dreams.

One day, she said playfully—

“Main aapki shaadi mein aungi… aur apki wife ke haath ka khana test karungi.” He laughed,“Aur main tumhare liye best groom dhoondhunga.”

But this time—she didn’t laugh, She immediately replied—“Nahi… mujhe aap jaisa dulha chahiye.”

There was a pause, A deep one. He smiled… but softly this time And said— “Mujhse bhi acha.” But she shook her head, even though he couldn’t see it, “Nahi.” Because in her heart…she had already decided.

For her—he was enough, More than enough, Perfect… in ways she couldn’t explain and as days turned into weeks…and weeks into something more—their connection grew deeper, Stronger, Unspoken… but undeniable.

They didn’t say “I love you.” But they felt everything that love carries—Care, Fear, Jealousy, Comfort, Belonging And slowly…without any announcement…without any label— they became other’s.

Somewhere between endless conversations…unfinished goodnights…and quiet silences that said more than words—they both realized it.

This wasn’t just attachment anymore, Not habit, Not comfort, This was love.

A love that didn’t need a confession, Didn’t need “I love you.”Because it was already there—in the way they waited…in the way they cared…in the way they feared losing each other But with that realization…came something even heavier.

A truth they couldn’t ignore. This love… was not meant for this world. (A teacher and A student.)

Two people tied in a bond, that society would never understand, Never accept and so…

they chose silence. Not because they didn’t feel enough—but because they felt too much.

They never crossed the line, Never gave it a name But inside…Their hearts carried everything and slowly…quietly…they both started breaking.

Still—they talked Because talking to each other was the only place, where the pain felt lighter.

One evening, when the sky was slowly turning dark…and their voices had softened into comfort—he said something, Out of nowhere But straight from his heart.

“Agla janam mein… hum tumse hi shaadi karenge… tumse hi pyaar karenge, Chhoti… tumko kabhi kisi aur ka hone nahi denge…”

Time stopped, Not outside But inside her. Those words…they weren’t just words.

They were everything she had been hiding.

Everything she had been feeling silently.

Everything she thought she would never hear.

Her eyes filled… but she smiled, A soft, trembling smile Because for the first time—

he said what she lived every day and with a quiet voice, almost like a promise whispered to the universe, she replied—

“Hum bhi… agle janam mein aapse hi pyaar karenge…”

That night…they didn’t belong to this life anymore,They belonged to the next, Slowly…

their conversations changed.

They stopped fighting reality And started creating their own.

A world where no one judged them, Where no one questioned them, Where they could just be… together. She had imagined that world many times, Alone, Silently But never shared it.

Until one day—he said softly—

“Chhoti… agle janam mein na… hum tumko kabhi khud se door nahi jaane denge… hamesha hug karke rakhenge…”

Her breath caught, Her heart fluttered like it didn’t belong to her anymore. A shy smile curved her lips…and butterflies filled her chest.

She gathered courage, Softly said—“Ek baat bolein…?”, His voice came gently—“Haan… bolo…”

She closed her eyes And for the first time—

she let her dream speak.

“Pata hai… agle janam mein hum dono ka ek bahut pyara sa ghar hoga…”

Her voice slowed… softened…

“Bahut bada… lekin ghar se zyada… usme hamara pyar honge…”

She smiled to herself, Lost in it.

“Ek raat… maine red saree mein honge… mummy ji, papa ji khana kha ke so chuke honge…”

She could see it now, Feel it.

“Aap office se late aaoge… thode thake hue… aur hum chupchaap aapke liye khana garam karke serve karenge…”

She paused, Her cheeks warmed, Her voice dropped into a whisper— “Aap bhi imagine karke aage boliye na…”

He didn’t hesitate this time Because now—

he was inside her dream too.

“Toh… meri wife…”

He smiled softly while saying it.

“Tumne khana khaya?”

Her heart melted at that word, Wife.

She replied shyly—“Nahi ji…”

He said gently—“Acha… aao mere paas baitho… yeh lo, pehle tum.”

And in that world—he fed her, Not just food But care, Belonging and Love.

She accepted it quietly…

as if this was how it was always meant to be.

Their hands touched, Fingers slowly intertwining, A silence that wasn’t empty—

but full and then—“Babu ro raha hai…”

He paused, Soft confusion—“Babu?”

She smiled…the kind of smile that holds a whole future—“Aapka mini version… hum dono ka beta…”

Something shifted inside him, A warmth, A depth, He didn’t laugh, He didn’t question, He just… accepted it.

“Acha… tum jao usko dekho… main bartan dho deta hoon…”

She immediately refused—

“Nahi… aap uske saath kheliye… hum kaam khatam karke aate hain…” Because in her dream—she wanted him not just as love…but as a father.

He nodded, When she returned— he was sitting quietly, Their baby in his arms, Sleeping peacefully.

He whispered—“Babu so gaya…”, She looked at them And for a second—her heart felt full…

and empty… at the same time. “Thik hai… ab hum dono bhi so jaate hain…”

He thought for a moment—

“Aaj mummy ko de dete hain Babu ko… bahut din se dadi ke paas nahi soya hai…”

She nodded, After coming back—he looked at her, Softly, Deeply, “Haan… ab?”

She lowered her gaze—“Ab… so jaate hain…”, But he didn’t let go, He stepped closer.

Held her hand and in a low, almost whispering voice said—

“Itni jaldi nahi… ek hug toh mil hi sakta hai…”

Her cheeks turned red, Even here… in reality.

She nodded slowly, He pulled her close, Gently, Carefully like she was something precious Because of their height difference,

her head rested just below his shoulder, Perfectly fitting.

One hand settled softly on her waist…

the other moved gently through her hair.

She hesitated, Then slowly—placed one hand on his chest, Feeling his heartbeat And the other around his waist And in that moment—

time didn’t exist, Reality didn’t matter,The world didn’t matter  in a life they could never have—they lived everything.

A love, that had no name, No future, No place But still—felt more real than anything else.

Everything was flowing so beautifully…

like a story that had finally found its rhythm.

Sir turned into “Mere sir”, chotti turned into “meri chotti” and they became each other's.

They had learned to live in stolen moments,

to hide their love behind casual words,

to breathe in a world where they existed—

even if that world wasn’t real.

And then…one day—without any warning,

without any sign—her phone buzzed.

It was him, For a second, her lips curved into a soft smile. Maybe he missed her again.

Maybe it was another “Miss you so much chotti!”

She opened the message And in that one moment—everything stopped.

“Ab hum dono ko rukna hoga…

hum ab baat nahi kar sakte.”

No explanation, No anger, No goodbye Just… an ending.

Her eyes kept staring at the screen,

as if reading it again would change the words But they didn’t.

Something inside her quietly shattered, Not loudly, Not dramatically But in a way that left her completely… empty.

Her fingers moved,

trying to type something—anything—

“Kyu…?”,“Kya hua…?”,“Please…”, But nothing was sent Because deep down—she already knew.

Some stories aren’t meant to be completed.

Some loves…are only meant to be felt.

Her phone slowly slipped from her hand And for the first time—

their endless conversations…met a silence, that neither of them could break.

Chapter Ends…

But what broke him enough to leave without a word? And will silence be their final ending… or just a pause?

From the very first word to this final moment, you stayed.

Thank you for your time, your patience, and your heart.

This story exists because of readers like you.

With gratitude, always. ✨