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It was the first day of 12th grade. Siddharth got ready for school and prayed to God to make this year successful - a turning point in his life where he hoped miracles would happen. He sat down for breakfast with his younger brother, Vivaan, who was in class 8 and already throwing tantrums about going back to school after the summer holidays.

Their mother, Swetha, walked into the dining room with her usual hurried grace.

"Vivaan, eat quickly or your brother will leave you behind! And Siddharth, don’t forget your lunchbox—last year or not, you still need food."

Their father, Rahul, entered with a newspaper in one hand and glasses slipping down his nose. "Big man, 12th grade now," he teased Siddharth, ruffling his hair. "Next year college. Then job. Then shaadi."

Siddharth rolled his eyes with a smile. "Dad, At least let me clear my board exams first."

Vivaan, still sulking at the table, muttered, "No one cares that I’m going back to school after holidays."

Swetha chuckled, placing one more idly on his plate. "We care, beta. We just know you’ll be asleep by third period."

The table buzzed with small talk, but under all the noise, Siddharth sat quietly, feeling something settle in his heart - this was the last first day he'd have in this home as a schoolboy.
Siddharth smiled to himself.
This was his final year. The last chapter of school life.
And somewhere deep down, he already knew he was going to miss it.

He looked at his brother and wished, for just a second, that he could be in his place.
Four more years in this school, in these corridors.
But time doesn’t go back.
It only asks you to keep walking forward.

Siddharth climbed onto the bike with Vivaan sitting behind him. Their mother and father stood at the gate, waving goodbye and sending them off with cheerful smiles and the usual reminders.

After a short ride, Siddharth reached school and parked his bike. He and Vivaan went their separate ways as they walked toward their respective classes.

Siddharth entered his classroom and immediately spotted Arjun and Varun sitting on a bench, deep in conversation. A wide grin spread across his face as he walked up to them.

"Hey!" he greeted excitedly. It had been a month since they had last met.

Arjun had studied in a different school till 10th, but had joined this one in 11th. In no time, he and Siddharth along with Varun had become thick friends. What started as casual conversations had turned into late-night group studies, endless jokes, and a bond that now felt unbreakable.

"Look who finally showed up," Varun said, pretending to check an imaginary watch. "Thought you got emotionally attached to your pillow."

"Shut up," Siddharth laughed, dropping his bag on the desk. "I had to drag Vivaan out of bed first. Kid acted like we were sending him to war."

"Ah yes," Arjun grinned. "The legendary first-day tantrums. I still remember my 8th grade. I faked a fever so well, my mom almost gave me antibiotics."

"Bro, I believed I had chickenpox just to avoid a math test once," Varun added dramatically.

They all burst into laughter.

Arjun leaned forward and said, "So... 12th grade. Feels weird, right?"

Siddharth nodded. "Yeah. Feels like we just blinked and landed here."

Varun sighed. "One last year of uniforms, morning assembly, and stealing tiffin during class."

"Don’t forget boring lectures and surprise tests," Siddharth added.

Arjun smirked. "Look who's talking about boring lectures. Mr. Topper himself."

Siddharth rolled his eyes. "Just because I take notes doesn’t mean I enjoy them."

"Yeah, yeah," Varun grinned. "Say that to your 98 marks in Physics."

They laughed again, easy and loud—the kind of laughter that only came after years of friendship.

Then Arjun leaned back casually.
"By the way... did you guys hear? There’s a new admission in 11th."

Siddharth raised an eyebrow. "So?"

Arjun’s grin widened. "She’s my sister."

Siddharth blinked. "...Wait. You have a sister?"

"Yep. Isha. She shifted from her old school. And today’s her birthday too."

Varun smirked. "New girl alert and birthday on the same day? Principal better hold an emergency assembly."

Siddharth chuckled... not knowing that in a few minutes, he wouldn’t be chuckling at all.

"Let’s go to the restroom before assembly. I need to go," said Varun.

Siddharth chuckled. "Yaar, you just came from home."

"So what? I can’t control all this!" Varun replied dramatically.

Arjun added, "Yeah, let’s go before he makes this place wet."

Varun smacked him lightly on the back, grinning. The three of them walked off together toward the restroom.

As they climbed the stairs afterward, Varun suddenly stopped. "Wait, let’s stay here itself. No need to go to class now."

Siddharth raised an eyebrow. "Why?"

Varun leaned casually against the railing. "We're seniors now, bro. Seniors chill on the stairs. It’s tradition."

Already, a bunch of boys from their class were standing around, laughing and chatting in that same spot like it was the official pre-assembly hangout zone.

He pointed to that open landing space between two flights of stairs.

Siddharth and Arjun exchanged amused looks but stayed.

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Isha stepped into the classroom nervously on her first day.

Almost instantly, a few heads turned. Some out of curiosity, some with fleeting interest because new faces always drew attention. She walked in wearing a half-saree—it was her birthday, and she hadn’t gotten her uniform stitched yet. If she had, she would've quietly blended in, unnoticed. But now, the outfit made her stand out more than she liked.

She scanned the room - groups of girls huddled together, already laughing and chatting like they’d known each other for years. That familiar first-day loneliness crept in.

Then she spotted a duo talking softly, and an empty spot next to them. Without thinking too much, she walked over and placed her bag there.

The girl beside her turned with a kind smile.
"Hi, I’m Nitya. She is Anu."

Isha let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding and smiled back.
"Isha. First day... and I already feel like I walked into a movie set by mistake."

Anu giggled. "Because of the half-saree?"

Isha nodded, playfully tugging at her pallu.
"Yeah, well, it’s my birthday today. Mom insisted I wear something special... otherwise, I would've gone with the uniform and quietly vanished into a corner."

Nitya and Anu said together"Happy birthday!"

"Thank you " said Isha.

"Well, now you’ve made an entrance," Nitya said, grinning. "People will think you're the principal’s niece or something."

Isha laughed, her nervousness easing a bit.
"Great, so at least I won’t have to answer too many questions about being 'new' then."
The trio laughed.

Isha smiled and then playfully added,
"You know, I actually greeted the principal on the ground floor this morning. Thought I’d give him some chocolates—just to get on his good side."

Nitya raised an eyebrow, amused. "Chocolates to the principal? Bold move."

Isha laughed, her nerves slowly fading.

Isha looked at Nitya and the others, a mischievous grin on her face.
"So, guys, can someone keep me company? I’m going to give chocolates to the principal and thought I’d roam around the school a bit."

Nitya raised an eyebrow, grinning. "Roaming on the first day itself? You’re matching our vibe already."

Isha shrugged, a playful sparkle in her eyes.
"I just want to look around. I used to roam around my old school every day, so I figured, why not start the tradition here too?"

Nitya chuckled. "Alright, then. Lead the way, explorer!"

They climbed down the stairs, Isha walking confidently in her half-saree, now feeling more comfortable with every step. As they reached the landing, she noticed a bunch of senior boys lounging on the stairs, talking and laughing amongst themselves.

Isha turned to Nitya and Anu, rolling her eyes playfully.
"Woah, these guys will never change. Even at my old school, the guys used to stand here like that, just to make the girls nervous."

Nitya and Anu laughed as they joined her, eyeing the group of boys.
"Looks like some things  never die," Nitya said with a smirk.

Isha shook her head, but her smile was playful.
"Seriously, they need to find a better hobby. But hey, it’s their job to make the school feel like a movie set, right?"

Isha was laughing her heart out, completely unaware of the pair of eyes that had quietly found her from the group of boys on the stairs.

Varun and Arjun were deep in conversation, still laughing about something silly, but Siddharth wasn’t listening anymore.

His eyes were fixed on the girl climbing down the stairs.

It felt like someone had pressed pause on everything around him.

Her half-saree fluttered gently with each step, playful and free. No layers of makeup, no forced elegance - just something effortlessly beautiful.

Each step she took made his heart skip a beat.

He didn’t know her name.
He didn’t know why he couldn’t look away.

All he knew was - something had just changed.

Arjun didn’t even notice that his sister was walking down the stairs. He was too caught up in a joke Varun had cracked.

But Siddharth saw her—every step, every flutter of her pallu, every curve of her smile.

And then, suddenly, she was stopped.

A group of three boys stood blocking her way at the bottom of the stairs. Loud, overconfident, the kind that thought every girl owed them attention.

One of them stepped forward and said, smirking,
"Hey girl, give us a chocolate and go."

His voice echoed just enough to make a few heads turn.

Siddharth’s smile faded.
That one sentence - it didn’t sit right.
Something in his chest tightened.

Siddharth stepped forward, his voice calm but firm.
"It’s not nice to ask chocolate from someone you don’t even know."

The boy turned, smirking.
"Oh! So you know her?"

Before Siddharth could respond, another voice cut in- sharp and unamused.

Arjun.

He stepped ahead, his expression no longer playful.
"She’s my sister. Don’t play your chocolate games with her."

The trio went silent. One of them muttered something under his breath and walked away, the others following behind with forced chuckles.

Isha looked at Arjun grateful, a little surprised, and silently thankful that he still treated her like a kid sister, even in a school full of strangers.

Siddharth didn’t say anything more.

He just glanced at her once before turning back to where Varun stood.

She was about to go but her eyes drifted back to the other boy. The one who spoke first.
The calm one.
The boy with steady eyes and a quiet voice that somehow made her feel... safe.

She stepped forward, holding out a chocolate.
"Thank you," she said softly to Siddharth, her smile warm. "For stepping in."

Siddharth was caught slightly off guard.
He took the chocolate, managing a small smile.
"It’s okay," he replied. "Happy Birthday."

But as she turned away to walk with her friends, Varun called out, loud and dramatic,
"Chocolate for him only? I’m also Arjun’s friend! In fact, Arjun loves me more than Siddharth!"

Arjun rolled his eyes and smacked Varun’s arm. "Shut up, drama queen."

Isha paused, amused.

Now she knew—the boy who helped her, and the one complaining like a kid, were none other than her brother’s friends.

With a small laugh, she turned back and handed Varun a chocolate too.

"Happy now?" she said.

Varun grinned. "Very. Happy Birthday!"

She smiled and walked away with Nitya and Anu, her half-saree swaying gently behind her.

Siddharth stood still.

His fingers curled around the chocolate in his hand.

The first thing she ever gave him.

A single chocolate.

But for him, it already meant… everything.

Siddharth stood there quietly, watching her walk away.

He had never felt anything like it before.

It felt… precious.
Beautiful.
Like a moment he wanted to hold onto—experience again, and again.

He looked down at the chocolate still in his hand. He carefully tucked it in his bag like it's something precious.

A smile almost touched his lips, but he stopped himself.

His thoughts snapped back.

She’s Arjun’s sister.

He scolded himself silently.

I shouldn’t think like this. No. Stop it.

But deep inside, something had already begun.
And no matter how much he told himself otherwise…

The feeling refused to leave.

Varun stretched his arms and said, "Come on, let’s go to assembly."

Arjun and Siddharth nodded, and the three of them walked off together, blending back into the routine.

The assembly went smoothly - typical first-day formalities.
The principal welcomed everyone, the teachers smiled like they hadn’t prepared enough for the year ahead, and the students mumbled prayers, hoping for good marks, fewer exams, and decent lunch breaks.

As the final bell echoed across the courtyard, the crowd began to scatter.

Each student drifted back toward their respective classes . Some eager, some half-asleep, some already counting days till vacation.

Siddharth walked back quietly with Arjun and Varun, still carrying the weight of that one silent moment in his chest.

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The three girls settled into their seats—Nitya on one side, Anu on the other—chatting away like they’d known Isha for years.

Soon, the teacher walked in, carrying the weight of a new academic year in her files and glasses.

"Good morning, class. Let’s start with basics today. No time to waste—we’ve got a long way to go."

And just like that, the first period began.

Then the second.

Two full periods passed.

Isha sat upright, listening intently, her pen moving swiftly across the page. Every word the teacher spoke felt like a step closer to her dream.

Nitya, on the other hand, had already yawned at least six times.
Anu kept scribbling tiny conversations in the margins of Isha’s notebook, nudging her every few minutes with “What did she just say?” or “Is this even in syllabus?”

Isha would smile politely but stay locked in.

She had changed schools for a reason.
She had promises to keep to herself.
Her goal was clear—this year, she would shine.

No distractions.
No shortcuts.

As the bell rang, marking the end of the second period, the class erupted in relief.

Nitya slumped on her desk dramatically and turned to Isha.

"This class is already boring on day one. How am I supposed to survive the whole year?" she groaned.

Then she looked at Isha, who was neatly closing her notebook, and narrowed her eyes.

"And this Isha... sitting like a rock and taking notes. At this rate, you’ll become the topper by next month!"

She nudged Isha playfully in the arm.

Isha laughed, finally letting herself relax a little.
"Come on, it’s just the first day. I want to start right."

"Right? You look like you're preparing for UPSC already!" Anu added, joining in.

Isha smiled, brushing her hair back.
"I didn’t shift schools to waste time. This year matters to me. A lot."

Nitya looked at her for a second longer and smiled.
"Alright, Ms. Topper. Just don’t forget us normal people when you’re scoring 99."

*******

After a week....

The three boys were sitting in their usual spot, but the bench was testing their patience.

Every time Siddharth tried to write, the desk wobbled dangerously.

“Bro, why is this bench dancing?” he muttered, adjusting his notebook.”

Varun groaned, resting his leg. “Even if I breathe, it shakes. What is this?”

Arjun tapped the side. Thud...thud...thud. The bench creaked like it had survived a hundred students.

“That’s it,” Varun declared. “We’re changing this before it breaks down in the middle of a lecture.”

Siddharth nodded.

When the class was empty during a free period, they spotted a better bench at the back—unclaimed and clean.

Like a secret mission, they got to work.

Arjun held the old desk, Varun dragged the bench, and Siddharth stood at the door, making sure no one saw them.

Once they sat down, Varun leaned back with satisfaction. “Now this feels like a throne.”

Siddharth smirked. “Hope this one doesn’t start dancing too.”

Arjun said “If this one breaks too, I’m sitting on the floor forever.”
Siddharth and Varun giggled.

*******

Isha, Nitya and Anu were getting back to the class after break. Before they could reach the stairs the bell rang.

“We’re late!” Nitya exclaimed. “Run!”

Isha hurried behind them, trying to keep pace. But before she could look up, she collided with someone.

Bam!

It was Siddharth.

They both stumbled back.

“Sorry!” Isha quickly apologized, flustered, adjusting her uniform. “Sorry, Senior!”

She rushed past him, barely managing to stay upright.

Siddharth stood there for a second, watching her sprint away, a smile creeping onto his face but he didn't smile. He touched his chest where she bumped on him now.
The other two thought she collided so hard.

Varun said “Wow, she didn’t just bump into you, she shook your soul.”
“Should we call a doctor?” asked Arjun.

Siddharth said “I'm okay let's go to the class now.”

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The trio settled into their seats after the break, relaxed after running a marathon. Anu nudged Isha with a smirk.

Anu: "Hey… you know that guy you bumped into just now?"

Isha turned, curious. "Yeah? What about him?"

Anu asked "He’s the same one who stood up for you last week. Your brother's friend, remember?"

Isha nodded slowly. "Right… Siddharth."

Anu leaned in, whispering like she was sharing state secrets.

Anu said "He’s the topper of this school. Like… actual topper. Always serious, always studying. Teachers adore him. Principal too."

Isha raised her eyebrows. "Oh..."

Anu said "And guess what? Half the school has tried to flirt with him—girls from 11th, 12th, even alumni. He rejected every single one."

Isha blinked. "Seriously?"

Anu nodded dramatically.
"Yeah, he’s like… emotionally unavailable but academically unbeatable. Getting a guy like that nowadays? Rare species."

Isha smiled faintly and turned back to her notebook… but her mind had already drifted to what Anu said.

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The day had already started in a rush for Isha. She had overslept-not intentionally, but thanks to a late-night binge of her favorite drama series. In the scramble to get ready, she forgot to pack her lunch.

By lunch break, her stomach was growling and her pride was crumbling.

"I'm not going to the canteen," she muttered.

Anu raised an eyebrow. "Then?"

Nitya smirked. "Let me guess... your brother?"

Isha nodded sheepishly.

The three of them walked across the corridor toward the 12th-grade classroom. Isha's steps slowed slightly as they approached-it felt weird walking into her brother's class like this.

Inside, Siddharth was mid-laugh over something Varun said when his gaze flicked to the doorway-and landed on her.

His smile dimmed into something quieter, softer. Siddharth nudged Arjun subtly.

Arjun turned around and saw Isha, standing awkwardly with Anu and Nitya by the door. She visibly relaxed when he met her eyes.

She walked up to him and said in a half-whisper, half-grumble,
"Bhaiya... I missed my lunch. Can you give me yours?"

Arjun leaned back in his chair, arms crossed dramatically.
"Maharani sleeps till late, skips her lunch, and now demands mine."
He turned to Siddharth and Varun.
"See? This is why I say never have sisters."

Isha rolled her eyes and raised her voice a bit.
"I didn't sleep late wantedly! I got carried away with a series and didn't realize the time. I don't know how I forgot my lunch... Please, please, bhaiya."

Arjun gave her a look.
"So what do you expect me to do now?"

"You eat in the canteen," she said innocently.

Arjun raised his brows.
"Then why can't you eat in the canteen?"

"I'm new here," she said, exasperated. "I don't want to go. Please understand."

Arjun groaned.
"Fine. I'll accompany you. But no way I'm giving you my lunch. It's aloo paratha today. My favorite."

Before Isha could argue further, Siddharth quietly opened his lunchbox, closed it again, and held it out to her.

"Here. You can have mine," he said politely.

Isha blinked.
"No, no - it's yours. You should eat it."

"It's okay," he said, still smiling. "I'll grab something from the canteen. And trust me my mom's food is really good. You'll love it."

His eyes crinkled with that soft, boyish smile.

Isha hesitated for a second... and then slowly took the box from his hands.

"Thank you," she said, quieter now.

Siddharth just nodded once, then looked away like it was nothing.

Before Isha could walk away, Arjun narrowed his eyes and muttered,

"Hey Sid, why are you giving this pig your lunch?"

Isha gasped. "Bhaiya!"

Siddharth just chuckled lightly and replied calmly,
"It's okay. I'll manage for one day. Just imagine being in her place... new school, unfamiliar faces. It feels awkward to go to the canteen alone."

Arjun paused, his smirk fading just a bit.

"Yeah... fair point," he mumbled. "But still-"

Before he could finish, Isha turned around sharply and shot back,
"It's not your lunch. Learn something from your friend."

Arjun opened his mouth in protest, but she ignored him.

She turned to Siddharth instead, her expression softening.
"Thank you again."

He gave a small nod, smiling gently.

Without waiting for a reply, she turned and walked off, the lunchbox cradled in her hands.

Arjun stared after her, shaking his head.
"Unbelievable. She's already acting like queen of the drama club."

Siddharth just smiled faintly and said nothing. But as he turned to sit down again, he couldn't help glancing once more in the direction she left.

Siddharth reached home just before sunset. His mother was in the kitchen humming to herself, his father flipping through the newspaper like every other evening. Vivaan was sprawled on the sofa, trying to complete a last-minute assignment with a dramatic sigh every two minutes. It was the usual chaos - familiar, warm, and oddly comforting. He went inside his room closing the door softly.

Siddharth leaned against the headboard of his bed, the room dim except for the soft glow of the wall lamp. Vivaan was in the hall watching TV with their parents, laughter echoing faintly from outside.

But Siddharth wasn't really listening.

His mind was somewhere else - scattered across moments from the past few days.

He opened his drawer and pulled out a fresh diary - one he hadn't even removed the plastic cover from until now. It was a gift from a cousin long back. He had never found a reason to use it.

Until now.

He tore off the wrapper, opened the first crisp page, and began to write.

June 9

I don't know why I'm writing this...
Maybe because the last few days haven't felt ordinary.
They weren't just school days - they were something else.
Small, random things. But they stayed.

One day, she walked past me in the stairs handing me a chocolate,
Another, she bumped into me and just said "Sorry, senior" before running off.
And today... she came looking for Arjun and I ended up giving my lunch for her.

These weren't all at once.
But every time, she left something behind - a thought, a feeling, a moment that stuck.

I don't know what this is.
ISHA...
She's just a girl.
Arjun's sister.
But somehow, everything she does stays in my head like a song I don't want to forget.
I remember her voice too clearly.
Her smile flashes in my mind when I least expect it.
And when she walks away... it's like the day goes a little quieter.

I don't even know her well.
But something about her makes me want to know everything.

I don't know what's happening to me.
But for the first time... I want to remember it all.
Just in case this turns into something I never saw coming.

She isn't distracting me.
She's doing something else entirely.

It's as if... she's placing her divine foot right into my chest - gently, unknowingly - bringing a kind of peace I didn't even realise I needed...
amidst all this pressure from studies.

And for the first time... I don't want to push it away.

-Siddharth

Isha was sitting with a file in her hand. It was midnight, yet she was still working. Lines on her forehead showed the stress she was feeling. Suddenly, the door opened, and a man entered, still half asleep. She didn't notice him at first. He sat beside her on the sofa, gently took the file from her hands. She noticed him then, and the sight of him made the tension in her forehead disappear. She smiled.

He looked at her with love and concern. He took her hand in one hand and cupped her cheek with the other.

He said, "You're spoiling your health, love. I'm worried about you. Look at your dark circles. I won't allow you to stay awake for too long. Come and sleep. You can work in the morning. I'll wake you up. Come."

She nodded without saying anything, as if she knew him. She got up with him and went to the room, sitting on the bed with him, still holding his hand.

"I'm sorry. It's the project I've been working on for a month. This is the last week. I promise I won't overwork after that. Until then, I'll work in the morning, not at night. Don't worry. I'm sorry that I've worried you so much," she said, tightening her grip, as if she could feel his concern for her directly.

He kissed her forehead, making her smile widely, and said, "I love you."

She kissed his cheek and replied, "Love you too," before hugging him tightly. She wouldn't let go for a few minutes. Then he lifted her and positioned her to lay on him, finding that she had already fallen asleep.

"Good night, Isha," he said, wrapping his arms securely around her and patting her back. He drifted off to sleep.

Isha woke up with a jerk, the vivid dream still fresh in her mind. She sat up, heart racing. Who was that man? His touch, his voice-they felt so real, like she'd known him for years.

Was I dreaming, or was it something more?

She shook her head, trying to shake off the thought. "This is crazy," she whispered to herself. "I've never had a dream like this before. Who was he? I couldn't see his face."

She smiled faintly, feeling a strange warmth in her chest. It felt like he understood me...

She saw the clock still it was half past four in the morning. She laid again on the bed to sleep.

Isha's heart pounded in her chest as she scrambled around the room, throwing on her uniform and quickly tying her hair into a messy ponytail. The clock on the wall was ticking away, and she still wasn't ready. She could already hear her father Prathap's stern voice in the next room.

"Isha!" His voice carried through the house, sharp and commanding. "How many times have I told you to wake up early?"

She winced, glancing at the mirror one last time.

Her father, already dressed in his formal clothes, sat at the dining table, his eyes not leaving the morning newspaper. Arjun was standing nearby, looking impatient as he checked his watch.

"You're making Arjun late too?" her father scolded, his eyes narrowing at Isha as she rushed into the kitchen. "He's always on time, and now you've made him wait because of your carelessness."

Isha bit her lip. She knew she was in for it now. "Papa, I'm sorry. I'll be quick," she muttered, as she hurried to the door.

"Sorry is not enough, Isha!" he snapped, standing up and folding his newspaper with a precise motion. "You should have planned your time better. You're old enough to manage these things. You know Arjun has a schedule, and you're making him late for his class now!"

Arjun, standing in the background, looked uncomfortable but said nothing. He didn't usually get scolded like this-especially not because of Isha. Their father was stricter with her, and it was hard not to notice.

"I'll be more careful next time," she whispered, avoiding the brunt of her father's glare.

Her mother Anvita, ever the calming influence, stepped in, setting down a box with her breakfast. "Isha, go on. I'll pack this for you. You can eat it in the break."

"Thanks, Ma," Isha replied, her voice soft, grateful for her mother's support.

As Arjun started the bike, her father's last words echoed in her ears. "Next time, you better wake up early, Isha."

The wind hit her face as Arjun sped through the quiet morning streets, Isha holding onto the edge of his backpack, silent. Her eyes welled up, the weight of her father's words pressing on her chest.

He could've just said it softly... just once.
But he never would. Not to her.

She blinked rapidly, wiping her tears with the back of her hand before Arjun could notice. Her throat felt tight, her heart heavier than her schoolbag.

They reached the school gates. Arjun parked the bike and turned to her just as she was trying to compose herself-her cheeks still tear-streaked, eyes red.

"You know how he is," Arjun said gently, stepping closer. "Don't let it get to you, okay? I'm here."
He side-hugged her, his voice warm, protective.

Just then, another bike pulled up beside them.

It was Siddharth.

He removed his helmet slowly, his eyes falling on Isha's face-on the faint shimmer of tears she thought she'd wiped away, the redness around her eyes.

Something twisted inside him. A strange pang.
He didn't know what had happened. But he wished he had.

She looked away quickly, pretending to adjust her bag, but he had already seen it-those red eyes, the faint streak on her cheek, the way she leaned slightly into Arjun's side as if needing to hold herself up.

A lump rose in his throat.
Why is she crying?
Did something happen at home?
Why do I feel like punching something I don't even understand?

He knew it was none of his business. She wasn't his to worry about. She probably didn't even know he existed outside of Arjun's circle. But still...

Arjun caught sight of him and gave a small nod.
"Hey, Siddharth."

Siddharth blinked and forced a half-smile. "Hey."
His eyes flickered back to Isha, who was already walking toward the school gate, her head down.

He got off his bike slowly, watching her from a distance.

Siddharth walked beside Arjun, their shoes crunching against the gravel as they headed toward the main building.

He glanced sideways, hesitating for a moment before finally asking, "Hey... what happened to Isha?"

Arjun looked at him, a little surprised. "You saw?"

"Yeah," Siddharth said, trying to sound casual, like it was just something he noticed. "She looked... upset."

Arjun sighed. "Papa yelled at her. She got late in the morning, and because of that, I was late too. So obviously..."

Siddharth frowned. "That's it? He yelled at her for that?"

"He's always been like that with her," Arjun said, shrugging. "Strict. But today he was a bit harsher. He doesn't say anything to me, but with her... I don't know, he's tougher."

Siddharth stayed silent for a second.

She didn't deserve that.
She was always smiling, soft-spoken... the kind who probably took every harsh word to heart.

Arjun glanced at him again. "She'll be fine. She acts all strong, but she's sensitive inside."

Siddharth nodded slowly, looking ahead-but his mind was still back there, with her red eyes and tear-stained cheeks.

He felt a dull ache in his chest.
He didn't know why, but... he just felt sad.
And bad-really bad-for her.

She didn't even cry loudly, just quietly wiped her face like she's used to it.

That stayed with him longer than he expected.

Isha walked into the classroom quietly, eyes fixed on the floor. She made her way to her seat near the window and sat down without a word, her movements slow and distant.

Nitya leaned in, her voice low. "Isha... what happened?"

Anu sat beside her on the other side, studying her face. "You look like you've been crying. Are you okay?"

Isha gave them a small, forced smile. "It's nothing. Dad got mad this morning. I was running late, and... he just said some things."

Nitya frowned. "Doesn't look like nothing."

Anu reached over and gently held her hand. "Hey, don't bottle it up. If you feel like crying, cry. You don't always have to act strong."

Isha looked down, blinking away the tears threatening to rise again. "I'm just tired. He could've said it softer. He always speaks like I've done something terrible."

"You didn't," Nitya said firmly. "You were just a little late. That's not a crime."

Anu nodded. "And you didn't deserve to be spoken to like that. Especially not early in the morning."

Isha finally gave a soft sigh. They wrapped around her like a gentle hug-warm, steady, comforting.

And in that moment, she was grateful for the two people beside her.

The chill of December had settled over the school. The once vibrant corridors now carried a cool quietness, the excitement of exams long behind them.

The school corridor was buzzing.

Students crowded around the two notice boards-one for 11th grade, the other for 12th. The half-yearly results were out, and as always, eyes scanned nervously for their names.

Siddharth had already checked his. As expected, he was the topper again. The class 12 list had his name in bold letters at the top, like it belonged there.

He stepped aside and glanced toward the other board out of habit. That's when he saw her.

Isha.

Standing on her toes, searching the list. Nitya and Anu flanked her, their expressions already bubbling with excitement.

"Isha!" Anu squealed. "First! You're first!"

"No way," Isha whispered, blinking at the list again.
There it was. Her name. Clear. Bold.
1st - Isha.

Nitya threw an arm around her. "I told you! All those nights, all that stress-it paid off. You deserve this!"

A smile tugged at Isha's lips. A small, stunned one.
I actually did it.

Far away, Siddharth watched quietly, just for a second longer than he should've.
Good for her, he thought. She earned it.

Just then, Arjun walked past, noticed the girls cheering, and doubled back.

"What happened?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

Nitya beamed. "Your sister just topped the class."

Arjun blinked. "Wait, what?"

Anu nodded with pride. "Check the board!"

He walked over, scanned it, and then turned back to Isha with a huge grin. "Well, well. Look who just made it harder for the rest of the school to keep up."

Isha rolled her eyes, but couldn't hide her smile. "Thanks, bhai."

At that moment, Varun passed by, paused mid-step, and said, "Hey... I heard. First rank?"

Isha nodded, still smiling.

"Well done," he said with a genuine smile. "Next year, beating the 12th graders?"

She laughed. "I doubt that."

But someone else had already heard.

Siddharth.

He walked over, casually, pretending to just glance at the list.
And then: "Hey Isha, Congrats."

Isha looked up, a bit startled. "Thanks..." she said, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear, suddenly aware of the way her voice sounded.

Siddharth gave her a quiet smile. "You really worked hard, huh?"

She nodded. "Yeah... I guess I did."

She said "Congrats to you too."

Siddharth said thank you with his signature smile.

Their eyes met for a brief second. Something warm passed between them-soft, unspoken.

Then the bell rang.

The crowd began to disperse, and the students shuffled back to class. Isha walked behind her friends, the smile still faint on her lips.

That evening, Isha walked into the living room, holding her result sheet with hesitant pride.

Her father glanced up from his chair. "Hmm," he muttered, eyes flicking over the paper for barely a moment. "Okay. But it's just the half-yearly. Don't get overconfident."

That was it.

No smile. No "Well done." No "I'm proud of you."

Just a cold, casual dismissal-like her effort didn't matter. Like she didn't matter.

Arjun, who had been sitting at the dining table, looked up. He waited, thinking maybe their father would say more. But the rustle of the newspaper was the only sound that followed.

He turned to Isha, who was already walking back to her room, quietly, her shoulders lower than before.

"Isha," he called gently, but she didn't stop.

She closed her door behind her with soft finality.

Inside her room, Isha sat on the edge of her bed, still clutching the result sheet in her hand. She stared at it, the black-inked rank at the top now blurry through her tears.

What more can I do?
Why is it never enough for him?

She curled up under her blanket, burying her face into the pillow. The ache in her chest pressed harder than ever. Her tears soaked the pillow, warm and quiet, just like the pain she never spoke of.

A few minutes later, Arjun knocked lightly and pushed her door open.

She didn't move, but he saw her-curled up, silent, and still.

He sat beside her on the bed, not saying anything at first.

Arjun placed a hand on her blanket-covered shoulder. "I saw how he reacted."

Her breath caught, but she didn't look at him.

"You know what, Isha?" he continued, voice low, steady. "I don't care what he said. I saw how hard you worked. I saw you studying at 2 a.m., giving up your weekends, stressing over every little test."

Finally, she turned her head slightly, just enough for him to see her teary eyes.

"I just wanted him to say he's proud," she whispered, voice cracking.

Arjun felt his throat tighten. He gently wiped her tear-streaked cheek.

"He should've," he said. "He should've been proud. But just because he didn't say it, doesn't mean you aren't amazing."

Arjun gently held her hand, his voice firm but filled with warmth.

"You're so much more than what you think you are, Isha. One day, the world won't just notice you, it'll stop and turn because of you. Not because of marks. Not because of anyone's approval. But because you are meant to shine. And no one... not even dad... can dim that."

Isha broke down then, and Arjun just sat there with her, holding her like only a brother can. She felt grateful for his support.

That night, she still cried-but not alone.

Isha stood up, stretched, and walked over to the mirror. Her eyes were still a little puffy, but there was a quiet determination in them today. She tied her hair up neatly, slipped into her uniform, and picked a small pair of silver studs her mom had gifted her last Diwali.

She looked at her reflection and gave herself a small smile.

No more waiting for someone else's validation.

She walked down to the kitchen with her usual calm grace. Her mother handed her her lunchbox with a warm smile. Arjun gave her a look from behind his cup of coffee-half teasing, half proud.

"You okay?" he mouthed silently.

She nodded, smiling back. A real one this time.

Isha and Arjun reached school together, the December wind brushing gently against their faces as they parked their bikes.

She stepped off first, with a soft smile on her lips. It wasn't forced. It wasn't loud. But it carried something stronger-like a quiet promise to herself.

Arjun watched her for a second. She was smiling, talking to Nitya like everything was perfectly fine.

And that bothered him.

He wanted to be happy for her. And he was. But the way she had curled into herself the night before, crying so quietly it broke something in him-he couldn't forget it.

Later in class, Arjun sat with Siddharth and Varun, elbows on the desk, his pen unmoving over his notebook. The teacher hadn't arrived yet, and the usual noise filled the room, but he wasn't part of it today.

Siddharth nudged him. "You good?"

Arjun didn't respond.

Varun leaned forward. "Hey. What are you thinking so seriously, man?"

Arjun looked up, eyes unfocused for a second. Then he exhaled.

"Isha," he said.

Both Siddharth and Varun stilled slightly.

Arjun continued,

" she showed her results to Papa..." Arjun paused, jaw tightening. "He barely looked at it. Just said-'Don't get overconfident.' That's all."

Varun frowned. "He didn't say anything else?"

Arjun shook his head slowly. "Not a word. Not even a smile. And I watched her shrink a little right there."

Siddharth remained silent, a familiar tightness forming in his chest.

"She cried last night," Arjun added, the words heavier now. "And not loud crying. The quiet kind. The kind that hurts more. She kept saying, 'I just wanted him to be proud.' And I... I didn't know what to do. I just sat there and held her."

There was a pause.

Siddharth lowered his gaze, the image of Isha smiling that morning flashing in his mind again-strong, beautiful, composed.

But now he saw the weight behind it.

"She doesn't show it," Arjun said. "But she feels everything. And she's been carrying that hurt for a long time. Just never says it."

Siddharth's hands curled slightly under the desk.

That's why her smile looked different today.

There was a long pause after Arjun finished speaking. The usual classroom noise faded into the background. Siddharth sat back in his chair, staring at the wooden desk for a moment.

Then, softly, he said,
"Not all fathers are the same."

Both Arjun and Varun looked at him.

"These kind of fathers... they still exist," Siddharth continued, his voice calm but edged with emotion. "They raise their sons like they're their pride. Their legacy. But they forget-sometimes, the real pride is their daughter."

His eyes drifted toward the classroom window, but his mind was clearly with her.

"Isha deserves more than just silence. More than a nod. She worked hard. She topped her class. And she's not done yet. I know it."

He paused. His voice lowered, but the words held weight.
"She'll top the boards too. And not just boards... she'll win in life. In every way that matters."

Arjun stared at him, slightly stunned by how much Siddharth meant every word.

"He should realise his mistake before it's too late," Siddharth said. "He should be proud of her."

Then, softly, almost to himself-
"I hope that day comes soon."

A quiet silence followed. And then Varun spoke up.

"I agree with Siddharth," he said, his voice more thoughtful than usual. "The people who suffer now... they're the ones who get the best life later. It's like... God gives the toughest tests to the strongest hearts."

He looked at Arjun and added gently,
"In this tender age, if she's facing something like this... it just means there's something really big waiting for her ahead. Something better. Something beautiful."

He leaned back, eyes sincere.

"I just hope she lives a happy and contented life. She deserves that much."

The three of them sat in that quiet, thoughtful silence, the world outside the classroom continuing without them.

Then Arjun let out a slow breath, a faint smile tugging at his lips.

"I'm happy to see you two supporting her," he said, voice a little rough with emotion. "Really. I know she hides everything behind that smile... but she feels it all."

He looked at both of them-Siddharth and Varun-his eyes sincere.

"I just wish she could hear this. Hear everything you both said. Maybe then she'd realise... she does have people who are proud of her."

He paused, the smile softening.

"She's not as alone as she thinks she is."

Siddharth looked down, the words sitting heavy in his heart.
Varun nodded quietly.

And in that quiet moment, unspoken promises were made.
They would be there.
Even if she never asked.

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The announcement came on a Tuesday morning, just after the first bell.

"All students are informed that preparations for the Republic Day function have begun. Volunteers for dance, drama, anchoring, and other activities must give their names by this Friday..."

The loudspeaker buzzed off. The class erupted into low murmurs.

"Another boring march-past," Varun groaned.

Siddharth didn't respond. His teacher had just handed him a sheet to collect names from both 11th and 12th grades.
So here he was, walking into Class 11 with the list in his hand.Isha looked up as Siddharth stepped into their classroom, the blue sheet folded neatly in his fingers. His gaze swept the class before settling near her row.

"I need names for the Republic Day program," he announced. "Dance, drama, anchoring, singing - anything. If you're interested, raise your hand or come to the front."

A few murmurs broke out. Nitya raised her hand for dance. Anu for anchoring. Isha didn't move.

Siddharth scanned the room again, pen tapping the paper.His eyes scanned the class again - then paused as they met Isha's.

She was quiet, looking down, gently tapping her pen against the desk. Her friends glanced at her, nudging her a little. But she didn't react.

Siddharth walked a bit closer and spoke, just loud enough for her to hear.

"Isha?" he asked, voice calm. "Interested in joining something?"

She looked up, surprised. "Me? Um... I don't know."

"You should," Nitya said quickly. "You danced back in our old school, right? And your expressions during those class skits-perfect."

Isha smiled faintly. "It's been a while. And I'm not sure I'm ready."

Siddharth nodded slowly. "Fair enough. Take your time," he said gently.

Then added with a small smile, "Just don't say no because you're scared."

That made her look up again.

"I'm not scared," she said softly.

"Good," he said, still smiling. "Because you'd be great."

With that, he moved on to the next row, casually asking the others. He didn't write her name.She didn't know what pushed her - maybe his earlier words, maybe her own heart - but she stood up and called out, "Excuse me... I want to give my name. For drama."

Siddharth turned to her, his eyes lighting up just slightly.

"Sure," he said, walking over and  started writing her name - Isha  - Drama - in neat handwriting.

Then she looked up at him, hesitated, and began, "Thanks, bhaiy-"

He raised his hand gently, cutting her off with a sudden shock.

"Don't," he said with mock warning. "I'm your brother's friend... Siddharth is enough."

Isha blinked, a little flustered. "I mean... yeah... but I've never called you that before."

Siddharth tilted his head. "There's a first time for everything."

She glanced at the paper, then at him, biting the inside of her cheek before whispering, "Okay... Siddharth."

He smiled - that soft, boyish smile again - and nodded like it was the most natural thing in the world.

But for Isha, it left a flutter in her chest she wasn't expecting.

January 26

The air was crisp with January chill. Flags fluttered against a pale sky, and the school courtyard buzzed with quiet anticipation.

Isha took a breath as Siddharth spoke about the next performance...

"Up next, a drama by Class 11 titled The Letter That Never Came.”

The stage was dim. A soft orange spotlight glowed over a small, modest setup — a wooden chair, a faded army trunk, and a framed photo of a man in uniform.

Isha walked slowly into the light, barefoot, dressed in a plain salwar, her dupatta draped like a child’s memory of her father’s embrace.

She sat down quietly, holding a letter in trembling fingers.

Then she looked at the audience.

Isha said (softly)
"I used to tie his shoelaces before he left.
He said I was his lucky charm.
He promised he'd be back before my next birthday.
That was four birthdays ago."

A pause. She smiled faintly, eyes full of something unspeakable.

"They call him a martyr now.
They say I should be proud.
And I am... I really am.
But pride doesn’t sit with me when I set his plate at dinner.
Or when I still wait for a call that will never come."

She stood up slowly, walking to the center of the stage. She picked up the army cap from the trunk, placed it against her heart.

"I am the daughter of a soldier.
The nation saluted him.
But I... I just wanted one last hug."
(Her voice cracked in the end...She was crying for real not those fake tears)

The anthem began softly in the background — just a piano instrumental of Jana Gana Mana.

Isha looked at the photo frame, held the cap high in salute — not dramatic, just proud, real — and whispered:

"You didn’t come home, Papa.
But you never left me."

The lights faded.

Silence.

Then — a wave of applause, thunderous yet respectful, rising slowly like a standing ovation to the soul she poured on that stage.

The curtains closed, the echo of applause still hanging in the air.

Isha stepped off the stage slowly, the spotlight gone but its warmth still on her face. Her hands trembled slightly — not from fear, but from the overwhelming surge of emotion she had just released.

Arjun was the first to reach her, his eyes unusually soft.

"You were brilliant, Isha," he said, pulling her into a side hug.

She smiled, her eyes glistening. "Thanks, bhaiya," she whispered.

From a few steps away, Siddharth stood watching — arms crossed, expression unreadable at first.

Then he walked over.

"I didn't know..." he started, voice gentler than usual. "That you could act like that."

Isha looked down, a small, bashful laugh escaping her. "Even I didn’t know."

Siddharth’s gaze lingered for a moment, then he said softly:

"You didn’t just act. You felt it. And made everyone else feel it too. That takes something special."

Isha met his eyes — steady, calm, sincere.

Varun joined them with his usual cheer. "Siddharth’s right. I swear even the anchor had tears in her eyes."

Isha chuckled, wiping a tear from her own cheek. “Well, I almost cried on stage too.”

Siddharth smiled — that quiet smile of his that said more than words.

And with that, he turned to leave with Varun, leaving Isha standing there — holding those words close, like a medal she hadn’t expected, but one she would treasure.

The same evening, Siddharth took the diary his hand holding it like something precious and sacred. He started writing...his familiar voice was ringing in his head...

January 26

It’s been seven months since she joined.

Seven months since Arjun introduced his sister like it was no big deal —
but something changed in me that day. I just didn’t know it yet.

I kept writing after that. Every time she crossed my mind — which, honestly, was often —
I opened this diary like it was the only place I could say her name out loud.

I didn’t know it then,
but somewhere around the third month, I realised my feelings for her. Yes I fell for her.

Not suddenly.
Not loudly.
But deeply — and quietly.

Like how you don’t notice dusk settling in… until you look up and realize the whole sky has changed.

I never told anyone. Still haven’t.
She probably sees me as nothing more than her brother’s friend.
But these pages have known it all — every glance, every silent moment, every skipped heartbeat.

Today, watching her on stage…
as she became the daughter of a soldier,
as her voice trembled and strength poured through her tears —
I saw her in a way I can’t even explain.

Isha isn’t just a girl I like.

She’s become the calm in my chaos.
The soft echo I carry even on my worst days.
And the reason this diary exists in the first place.

Maybe she’ll never know.
Maybe I’ll never say it.

But I had to write it tonight.

Because if I ever forget how I felt in this moment…
I want to come back to this page.

And remember that I loved someone so deeply —
without expecting anything in return. I'll keep loving in future too - there's no change.

I don’t know what tomorrow holds.

But today…
my heart belongs to her.

But I had to write it today —
just so I remember that this feeling was real.

I love her.  I really love Isha. If I ever get the courage to tell her this...
I love you Isha ❤️ 

Consider me won

- Siddharth

Later That Week…

With final exams around the corner, the school corridors had shifted from chatter to tension. Notes were passed, not for gossip — but last-minute formulas. Highlighters replaced glitter pens. Even the backbenchers looked serious.

During lunch break, Arjun leaned across the bench and said casually, “Group study at my place this weekend. You both better show up.”

Siddharth raised an eyebrow. “You mean actual study? Or your version of study?”

“Real study,” Arjun replied, deadpan. “Mostly. Maa said she’ll make samosas.”

Varun clapped the table. “Now that’s motivation.”

So Saturday afternoon, both boys showed up at Arjun’s doorstep — Siddharth in a navy hoodie, Varun with a backpack that probably held more snacks than books.

Siddharth rang the bell.

After a moment, the door creaked open.

Isha stood there, ponytail slightly messy, wearing a soft blue t-shirt and tracks. Her eyes widened in surprise just for a second on seeing the boys — then she composed herself  and stepped aside.

“Come in,” she said, a little too quickly.

Siddharth murmured a quiet “Thanks,” while Varun gave her a grin.

They walked in to find Arjun already sprawled on the carpet, books open, snacks nearby.

“Finally,” Arjun said. “I was starting to think you’d both ditched me.”

“Wouldn’t miss it,” Siddharth said, settling down cross-legged.

Varun dumped his bag and flopped on the floor. “I only came for the samosas.”

Isha returned briefly with a tray of juice glasses, placing it on the center table. “Tea’s on the way,” she said, then looked at Varun. “And samosas are not a replacement for studying.”

Varun raised a hand solemnly. “They are to me.”

She rolled her eyes and walked off.

Siddharth watched her as she left — his eyes quietly following the swing of her ponytail, the calm way she moved. Something warm settled in his chest.

Arjun caught it.

“Focus, Sid,” he said, nudging him with a pencil. “We’re not here for admiring my sister.”

Siddharth blinked, caught, and tried to act normal. “Page 142. Let’s start.”

But Arjun didn’t drop it.

“You think I didn’t know?” he said, voice lower, amused. “Even Varun figured it. We were just waiting for you to tell us.”

Siddharth went still for a moment. “You… knew?”

Varun sat up slightly, smirking. “Bro. The way you look at her — we’re not blind.”

Siddharth stayed quiet, a faint red creeping to his ears.

Arjun leaned back, still smiling. “You never said anything. Not even once. But we knew. We’ve always known.”

There was no judgment in his tone — only quiet acceptance. Maybe even quiet approval.

Siddharth looked down at his book, then back at Arjun.

“I just… didn’t know if I had the right,” he said softly. “She’s your sister.”

Arjun shrugged. “Yeah, she is. But she’s also her own person. And honestly? You treat her better than half the world ever could.”

He paused, then added, “If anything ever happens between you two — it better come from the right place. That’s all.”

Varun raised his hand. “Can we have this heartfelt confession after we pass physics?”

Everyone laughed — the tension broke — and the study session finally began. But Siddharth couldn't concentrate, his mind kept drifting to what Arjun said...

Siddharth sat quietly, a pencil in hand, staring at the same line of an equation for the third time. His mind wasn’t on physics.

He exhaled slowly. “I should’ve told you.”

Arjun glanced up.

“Told you earlier… about how I feel,” Siddharth added, voice low. “It wasn’t right, keeping it from you. Especially when it’s your sister.”

Varun looked between the two of them, sensing the weight in the air.

Siddharth continued, not looking up. “When I first saw her, I didn’t think much. But over time… it changed. I changed. I didn’t mean to fall for her, Arjun. It just… happened. And I didn’t want to disrespect our friendship. So I kept it in.”

Arjun didn’t speak immediately.

Siddharth finally looked up, guilt written across his face. “I wasn’t hiding it to be sneaky. I was scared. Of hurting her. Of hurting you. Even now I haven’t told her anything — I don’t even know if I ever will.”

Varun sat up straighter, his tone softer than usual. “Sometimes feelings don’t come with a perfect moment or permission. They just happen. You didn’t cross any line. You were just… human.”

Arjun nodded slowly. “Look, Sid. I know you for two years, you are my first friend when I came to this school. It didn't take much time to know about your soft nature. And not once have I felt like you’d ever treat my sister like a casual crush or a joke. That’s why I didn’t get mad. I saw it. The way you quietly care about her. You respected her. You respected me. That matters.”

He leaned forward, elbows on his knees. “You kept it in not because you were selfish… but because you weren’t sure what was right. And that says enough.”

Siddharth swallowed. “I guess I thought… maybe I don’t deserve to feel this way.”

Arjun gave a small laugh. “We don’t choose who we fall for. And as much as I’m her brother, I’m also your friend. I’d rather choose you to be the one around her than some random guy I don’t trust.”

There was a beat of silence.

Then Arjun added, “Besides… if she does ever feel something back someday… I think she’s already lucky it’s you.”

Siddharth blinked, caught off guard.

Varun grinned. “Now if we’re done being all emotional, can we please figure out this thermodynamics nightmare before I combust?”

Siddharth gave a small laugh, his chest lighter than it had been in months. “Yeah. Let’s study.”

And this time, when they leaned into the books, the silence between them wasn’t awkward.

It was safe. Trusted.

Like a bond stronger than fear.

The days that followed blurred into textbooks, highlighters, and the quiet scratch of pens.

The same boys who once complained about physics derivations and organic equations were now buried in notes like their lives depended on it. Because, in a way — they did.

Siddharth spent his evenings at his desk, solving mock papers with intense focus. His room was messier, his sleep hours shorter, but his goals were clear.

His dream college. His silent promise to himself.

Each time he felt like giving up, he’d look at the small sticky note stuck on his wall. “You’re allowed to be tired. Not allowed to quit.”

He didn’t tell anyone, but he also wanted to make his parents proud — the kind of proud that didn’t need words. And somewhere, deep in his heart… he wanted to be someone worthy.

Worthy of her.

Even Arjun — who once swore he’d never touch his chemistry book unless threatened — now studied late into the night. His goal was simple: a decent college, a clean shot at independence, and maybe... a little pride in his father’s eyes.

Varun, who once whined every time he opened a textbook, had changed too.

“I’m not failing,” he muttered one evening, flipping through a math guide. “I want my mom to see my name in the paper. Even if it’s in the last row.”

He wasn’t the smartest. But he tried. That counted.

The three of them — Siddharth, Arjun, and Varun — weren’t competing.

They were climbing together.

Quietly, consistently, and with a kind of brotherhood that didn’t need to be spoken aloud.

The house was still and silent at nearly 2 AM, but the light under Isha’s door was still on.

Arjun, on his way to the kitchen to fix himself a cup of tea, paused mid-step. The soft glow from her room caught his eye.

He frowned slightly. She’s still studying?

After pouring hot tea into two cups, he quietly walked to her room and gently pushed the door open.

Isha looked up, startled, pen still in hand.

“Bhaiya?”

Arjun stepped in and handed her the cup. “Thought you could use this.”

She blinked, a little touched. “Thanks... I didn’t even realise it was this late.”

He sat down beside her on the bed, looking at the open textbooks and scribbled notes scattered around. “Why are you pushing yourself so hard? You know you don’t have to tire yourself this year itself.”

Isha stared into her cup for a second, her voice low.

“What if I failed to score high next year?” she murmured. “What if I can’t get into a good college? My dream college. What if I fall short?”

Arjun turned slightly, watching her closely.

“I overheard Papa…” she said, her voice cracking just a little. “He’s already decided. A nearby women’s college. Close to home. Safe. Convenient. But not for me. Not for my dreams.”

She took a shaky breath.

“I want to leave this place, Bhaiya. Not to run away. But to grow. To explore. To earn the life I want. I’m scared… really scared. What if I end up stuck here? What if I watch everything slip away?”

Arjun’s chest tightened. He hadn’t realised how deeply this had been weighing on her.

He set his cup down and gently took hers too, placing it aside before holding her hand.

“Isha,” he said softly, “you won’t fail. Not with how hard you’re working. You’ve already proven you can do anything. You just need to believe it a little more.”

She looked at him, tears brimming now.

“I just want a chance,” she whispered. “Is that too much?”

Arjun shook his head. “No. It’s not. And you’re going to get that chance. I’ll stand by you — even if Papa doesn't understand right now. You’re not alone in this. I'll stand by you at every step of your life ”

She nodded slowly, her eyes finally letting the tears fall.

Arjun pulled her into a side hug, resting his chin lightly on her head.

“You’ll get into your dream college, Isha. You just will. And one day, Papa will be proud too. Not because of marks, but because of you.”

The last bell rang, and students spilled out of classrooms with heavy bags and heavier minds. With boards nearing, the chatter was softer these days — quieter, more anxious.

Siddharth slung his bag over one shoulder and stepped out into the warm, dusty afternoon.

Near the parking, he spotted Arjun — and just beside him, Isha, tying her hair up into a loose ponytail. She looked tired again, but composed.

“Heading home?” Siddharth asked, walking up.

Arjun nodded. “Yeah. Wanna walk a bit?”

Isha glanced at both boys, then said, “I’ll go ahead. I need to stop by the stationery shop.”

Arjun looked at her for a second, then gave a small nod. “Okay. Don’t be late.”

“I won’t,” she said, and with a brief glance at Siddharth — half smile, half unreadable.

They watched her go just ahead of them.

Then Arjun spoke, his voice a little lower now.

“She’s not okay, Sid.”

Siddharth glanced at him, already sensing the weight behind those words.

Arjun exhaled and began, “She’s trying to be. Still pretending she’s got it all handled. But I see it. The late nights. The way her hands tremble after too much coffee. She’s pushing herself too hard.”

Siddharth didn’t interrupt — just listened.

“She told me she’s scared,” Arjun said. “That if she doesn’t score well, she won’t get into a good college. That she’ll end up stuck in some college dad already picked — just because it’s nearby and safe.”

He ran a hand through his hair, clearly still carrying the frustration of that conversation.

“She doesn’t want safety. She wants freedom. Growth. She wants to build something of her own.”

They walked a few more steps, the street unusually quiet.

Siddharth said quietly, “I wish I could tell her she’ll be okay. And mean it in a way she believes.”

Arjun glanced at him, thoughtful.

“Maybe she needs to hear it from someone who’s not me.”

Siddharth blinked. “You mean…”

“I mean you,” Arjun said simply. “She listens to you. Even when she pretends not to.”

Siddharth looked away, unsure what to say.

Arjun continued, “I’ve seen the way you talk to her. You never push. You never cross a line. But you see her — really see her — in ways I don’t think she’s used to.”

He paused, then added more softly, “If there’s anyone I trust to stand by her… it’s you.”

Siddharth didn’t speak.

He didn’t need to.

He felt grateful to get a understanding friend like Arjun.

They didn’t realise Isha had turned back.

Not until her voice cut through the quiet.

“Did you tell him about me? My college… dad’s decision?”

Siddharth and Arjun turned sharply. She stood a few steps away, her expression unreadable — not angry, but something else. A mix of hurt and disbelief.

Arjun stepped forward. “Yes. I did.”

Isha’s eyes narrowed slightly. “So now you tell him everything about me? Without even asking?”

“Isha—” Arjun began.

But she held up a hand, shaking her head. “You promised, bhaiya. That you’d be by my side. Not narrate my life to everyone around you.”

Siddharth stepped in, his voice calm, careful. “Isha… I’m sorry. If you’re upset, I understand. But Arjun wasn’t gossiping. He was just… worried. We’re all a bit worried.”

Isha looked at him now, eyes slightly glossy, but she blinked it away quickly.

“You don’t have to worry about me, Siddharth. I’ll figure it out. I always do.”

He nodded gently. “I know. And no one’s doubting that.”

Then he added, more softly, “But caring doesn’t mean interfering. It just… happens. And I’d never use anything Arjun shared to judge or decide anything for you.”

There was a pause.

Isha’s shoulders rose, then fell.

She turned to Arjun again. “I just wish… you could’ve asked me first.”

Arjun nodded, the guilt quietly settling into his silence. “You’re right. I'm sorry....I should’ve.”

Another pause. The silence this time wasn’t sharp — just... heavy.

“I’m heading home,” Isha said, backing away slowly. “I’ve got work to finish.”

Neither of them stopped her.

She turned and walked off — slower this time, the tension not quite gone, but not explosive either. Just... real.

Siddharth let out a quiet breath.

“She’s hurt,” he said quietly.

Arjun nodded. “I know.”

And they both stood still for a moment, watching the empty street ahead.

As Isha disappeared down the lane, the silence lingered between them — thick, unspoken.

Siddharth adjusted the strap of his bag but didn’t move.

Arjun finally asked, “You heading home?”

Siddharth hesitated for a second. Then quietly, “Can I… come to your place?”

Arjun turned to him, surprised. “Now?”

Siddharth nodded once. “I… I don’t want to leave things like this. Not with her thinking I crossed a line. I didn’t mean to, but she’s hurt. And I can’t… I just can’t pretend it’s nothing.”

There was no dramatic emotion in his tone — just that quiet, sincere urgency he always carried when it came to her.

Arjun studied him for a second. Then gave a small nod. “Come on.”

Isha was in her room, curled near the window, pretending to read.

She wasn’t angry anymore. Not really. Just... unsettled. Her thoughts kept circling back to that moment near the stationery shop. The way Arjun had spoken. The look on Siddharth’s face.

She closed the book, sighing softly — just as she heard the doorbell ring.

Maa answered it. Then called out, “Isha, Arjun and Siddharth are here!”

Isha frowned.

Siddharth?

She stepped out cautiously, expecting maybe another group study excuse.

She hesitated. “You… didn’t go home?”

Siddharth shook his head, his voice calm but honest. “No.”

Arjun gave her a slight nudge and disappeared down the hallway, leaving them alone in the living room.

Isha folded her arms. “Why?”

Siddharth stepped closer — not too close — and said, “Because I couldn’t go home pretending everything was okay. Not when I knew I hurt you, even by accident.”

She blinked.

He added, softer now, “I didn’t come to say sorry out of obligation. I came because… you matter. What you feel matters.”

Isha stared at him, surprised — not just at the words, but at how much he meant them.

She said nothing at first.

Then, a little shakily, “You came… all the way just for that?”

Siddharth smiled faintly. “Yeah ”

She bit her lip trying to control her lips curving. “You didn’t have to.”

“I know,” he replied. “But I wanted to.”

A beat.

Then, more gently, he added, “I know you don’t talk about things easily. I won’t ask you to. But if you ever feel like… letting someone in — even a little — I’m around.”

Her breath caught slightly at the words.

Not dramatic. Not romantic.

Just honest. Pure.

Isha looked away, but the corner of her lips curved. “You’re strange.”

Siddharth grinned. “Takes one to know one.”

And with that, the tension faded — not completely, but enough to breathe again.

She looked at him once more, really looked — and in that moment, something changed.

He wasn’t just Arjun’s friend anymore.

He was Siddharth.

The boy who came back… just to make sure she was okay.

A little while later, Arjun walked back into the room.

He saw Isha sitting on the couch, her expression calmer now. Siddharth was quietly flipping through a school book he had brought, clearly just giving her space.

Arjun cleared his throat.

Isha looked up.

He rubbed the back of his neck. “Hey… about earlier. I didn’t mean to share things without asking you. I was just worried. And Sid’s not just some friend, you know that.”

She gave a tiny smile. “I know.”

“I shouldn’t have said anything without your permission. I’m sorry,” he added, voice more serious now.

Isha didn’t hesitate. “I forgive you already.”

Arjun blinked. “Really?”

“I was just upset back then,” she said gently. “But not now.”

Then, after a pause, she turned her eyes toward Siddharth. Her gaze lingered just a little longer.

“You’re right,” she said, looking at her brother first, then Siddharth again.

“Siddharth is family.”

Siddharth’s eyes met hers — and something unspoken passed between them. Not a confession. Not even a promise.

Just a soft, deep-rooted knowing.

A place in her world.

And in that quiet room, nothing more needed to be said.

Siddharth felt the happiest.

He stood up, informed Arjun and Isha that he had to go home...and just left.

It was a slow day at school.

No real classes. Just revision, exam talks, and the kind of silence that comes when everyone knows boards are around the corner.

Siddharth stepped out of his class during break, stretching a little. He leaned against the wall near the water cooler, his water bottle in hand, enjoying the rare bit of quiet.

That’s when he noticed her.

Isha was standing near the notice board, trying to flatten a wrinkled timetable sheet. Her hair was loosely tied, and she looked tired — but still focused.

He walked up, casual.

“Hey Isha,” he said.

She looked up and gave a small smile. “Hey.”

“Still fighting with the timetable?” he asked, glancing at the paper.

“It makes no sense,” she sighed. “Four tests next week. My brain’s already tired.”

He smiled. “Get used to it. Twelfth is worse.”

She looked at him, half-laughing. “Great. Can’t wait.”

There was a small pause.

“You okay?” he asked, watching her face more closely now.

She shrugged. “Just tired. Feels like everything matters now. Like one mistake and... I don’t know.”

“I get it,” Siddharth said quietly. “But you’ll be fine. You’re doing great.”

She looked at him for a second, softer now.

Then teased lightly, “Mr. Topper, you don't usually leave class.”

He grinned. “Even toppers need a break sometimes.”

She smiled again.

Just as the bell rang, Siddharth reached into his notebook and tore out a small sheet of paper. He scribbled something on it and handed it to her.

She looked at it — confused for a second — then saw the digits.

“My number,” he said, gently. “If you ever have doubts… about any subject. Or if you just need help — especially next year — don’t hesitate to ask.”

Isha blinked, touched by the gesture. “You didn’t have to…”

“I wanted to,” he said simply. “Really. Anytime, Isha. I mean it.”

She held the paper carefully, as though it were more than just a number — like it held something steadier. Reassurance.

“I’ll... keep it safe,” she said softly.

He smiled again. “Good.”

She looked down for a second, lips pressed in a small, thoughtful smile — then back at him, eyes a little lighter than before.

“Thanks, Siddharth.”

“Anytime,” he said.

And as she walked away with that folded piece of paper in her hand, Siddharth watched her go — heart fuller than it had been that morning.

A simple day.

But one he’d remember.

The classroom was unusually quiet during the lunch break — most students were buried in notes, or just resting their heads against the desks, drained by the weight of pre-board pressure.

Siddharth sat by the window, flipping pages of a biology guide, but his mind wasn’t really on photosynthesis.

Arjun and Varun dropped into their usual seats beside him, lunch boxes in hand.

Arjun unwrapped a chapati lazily. “You look weirdly satisfied today. What’s up, topper?”

Siddharth closed the book slowly, a small smile sneaking onto his face.

“I gave Isha my number,” he said, almost too casually.
Varun blinked. “Wait… what? Like, ‘Hey Isha, here’s my number in case you miss me during revision?’”

Siddharth gave him a flat look. “No. I just said if she ever had doubts — especially in 12th — she could ask. That’s all.”

Arjun leaned forward, smirking. “So you casually handed over a number. Respect.”

Varun elbowed Siddharth. “Did she smile like you gave her the last seat on a rocket to her dream college?”

Siddharth tried not to laugh. “She just said ‘thanks, I’ll keep it safe.’ That’s it.”

Arjun nodded sagely. “Hmm. That’s not just gratitude. That’s ‘I’ll fold this paper and keep it in my diary forever’ energy.”

Varun added, grinning, “Next step — she’s gonna text you ‘doubt in integration’ and then end the message with a 😇 emoji.”

Siddharth groaned, burying his face in his hands. “You guys are impossible.”

Arjun shrugged. “And you’re predictable. Admit it — you wanted her to have that number.”

Siddharth didn’t deny it. Just looked out the window and smiled faintly.

Varun leaned back, shaking his head. “A topper with a love story in slow motion. This is peak drama.”

Arjun clapped his shoulder. “And we’re lucky to have front row seats.”

Siddharth laughed, even as he muttered, “Remind me never to share anything with you two again.”

But he was smiling the whole time.

Siddharth sat on his bed, phone in hand, scrolling insta absentmindedly when a notification popped up.

Isha sent you a friend request.

He froze. His finger hovered over the screen. Did she really just send him a request? He hadn’t expected that.

He paused, his heart picking up pace. “What...?” he muttered aloud to no one in particular, almost as if he was trying to convince himself this was real.

His thumb hovered over the “accept” button. After a moment of hesitation, he pressed it. Instantly, her profile picture appeared on his screen—a candid shot of her laughing with her friends, eyes sparkling in the sunlight.

Siddharth leaned back against the headboard, staring at her photo. His mind raced, trying to understand why she’d send a request, or what this even meant.

“You’re probably just being polite,” he mumbled to himself, but even as he said it, he couldn’t stop looking at the screen. The way she smiled... the way she seemed so effortlessly happy.

He shook his head, trying to clear the thoughts. “Get a grip, Siddharth. It’s just a request. It’s nothing.”

But it felt like everything.

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Siddharth was lying on his bed, lights off except for the soft glow of his phone screen. Earphones in, scrolling through Instagram.
Her profile was open again.
Another post, another smile he knew too well.

This one was from a school trip - Isha standing near a waterfall, her hair slightly messy, laughing at something off-camera.

He stared longer than he should've.
"Why do you do this to me?" he whispered to himself, smiling faintly.

Just then, the door creaked open.

Vivaan peeked in rubbing his eyes. "Hey, you are still awake?"

Siddharth nearly dropped his phone. "You scared me, man! I was studying just closed my book"

Vivaan stepped in, eyebrows raised. "What were you staring at so seriously?"

"Nothing. Just scrolling."

Vivaan flopped onto the bed beside him, trying to peek. "Wait... was that Instagram? Why'd you hide your phone so fast?"

Siddharth hesitated, then sighed. "Close the door."

Vivaan raised an eyebrow, but obeyed.

Siddharth sat up, took a breath. "Okay. But you have to promise you won't tell anyone. Not a word."

Vivaan suddenly looked wide awake. "This is serious. Huh?"

"It is," Siddharth said quietly. "It's about... Isha.....umm....I like her."

There was a pause.

Vivaan's eyes widened. "Wait. You like Isha? Like, like-like?"

Siddharth nodded slowly, his voice barely above a whisper. "Yeah. Since the start of the year."

Vivaan blinked, processing. "That's... wow. Does she know?"

Siddharth shook his head. "No. And I don't want her to. Not now. Maybe not ever."

Vivaan softened. "You've been holding it in all this time?"

"Yeah," Siddharth said. "And I'm okay with it. I just... needed someone to know. Arjun and Varun already knew it"

Vivaan smiled a little, nudging him. "Well, now I do. And I swear, I won't tell anyone. Not even by accident."

Siddharth smiled, relieved. "Thanks, little bro."

Vivaan asked curiously "So... she is my bhabhi?"

Siddharth took time to take it to his heart... He wished the same too. He took a deep breath and said "I don't know...If fate has plans, then she will be your Bhabhi. I wish too...."

Vivaan leaned back, "wow, you're in deep, huh?"

Siddharth let out a quiet laugh. "Deeper than I planned to be."

Isha sat cross-legged on the living room floor, a half-used notebook open in front of her, colourful sticky notes peeking out from the edges. Arjun flopped onto the sofa behind her, chewing on a pen cap like he was deep in thought-but really, he was just waiting for her to come up with everything.

"We're going with pastel theme, right?" she asked, flipping through pages. "Simple. Elegant. No loud decorations."

"Right," Arjun nodded. "And food-veg and non-veg both. But good stuff, we will make it in home "

She scribbled something down. "And guest list?"

He glanced at her. "Siddharth, Varun, and their parents. I already texted them, but let's go together to invite them properly. You know how Mom loves formality."

Isha smiled. "Good. And Deepa and Ashwin?"

"Yeah. Deepa's already excited. She's planning to come a day early with Ashwin."

"Hmm," she hummed.."

Just then, their mother walked by, and Isha quickly closed the notebook like it was a secret operation.

"Hiding something?" she asked suspiciously.

"Homework," Arjun and Isha said in perfect unison.

Their mother narrowed her eyes. "Right. That's why both of you are smiling."

The moment she disappeared into the kitchen, the two burst out laughing.

Arjun leaned over the back of the sofa, looking at her notes. "This is going to be good."

Isha looked at the name list again and smiled softly.

"For once... something happy."

The doorbell rang and Siddharth opened it to find Isha and Arjun standing outside with a small box of sweets in hand.

"Hey! What a surprise," Siddharth smiled, stepping aside. "Come in!"

Varun peeked out from the kitchen. "Did someone bring food or are you people just here to disturb our peace?"

Isha laughed. "Well, technically both."

They stepped inside and settled on the sofa as Siddharth brought in juice.

"We've come to invite you," Arjun said, placing the sweet box on the table. "It's our parents' anniversary this weekend. We're planning a small celebration at home. You all have to come."

"Oh wow," Siddharth said. "Uncle and aunty's anniversary? That's lovely."

"We'll be there," Varun added quickly. "Tell me there's cake."

"There's cake," Isha smiled. "And food, and a lot of laughter. So no excuses. We want both of you and your parents there."

"Of course," Siddharth nodded. "Thanks for inviting us personally."

"Also," Arjun added, "our cousins are visiting - Deepa and Ashwin. You've heard about them, right?"

Varun shook his head. "Don't think so."

"You'll meet them there," Isha said casually. "They're excited to see everyone too."

"Cool," Siddharth smiled. "Looking forward to it."

Isha stood up, brushing her hands on her jeans. "Anyway, we have more work to do. Just keep Saturday evening free, alright?"

"We'll be there," Siddharth promised.

As they walked out, Arjun called out from the gate, "And tell uncle and aunty too! We want everyone."

Siddharth waved back. "Will do!"

The gate clicked shut, leaving a soft silence behind. Siddharth leaned against the door for a second, looking at the box of sweets on the table.

Varun nudged him. "Should I start shortlisting outfits?"

Siddharth smirked. "You? For what?"

"For Deepa, of course," Varun winked.

Siddharth rolled his eyes. "You haven't even seen her."

"Doesn't matter. I'm an all-rounder."

They both laughed - unaware of how meaningful that evening would become.

The siblings came out of Siddharth's home. That's when Arjun asked glancing at Isha
"So, what about Anu and Nitya?"

Isha gave a small shrug, a slight hint of disappointment in her tone. "They're both out of town for family things... couldn't make it."

Arjun gave her a quick, reassuring smile. "Well, no worries."

The house buzzed with soft music, golden fairy lights curling around pillars and doorframes. Arjun and Isha had been planning the evening for days, and finally, everything was set - the decorations, the cake, the framed photo wall, and the quiet excitement in their parents' eyes.

As their parents stood in the living room, Isha walked forward with a grin and gestured toward the dining space, now glowing with candles and a handmade "Happy 20th Anniversary" board.

Prathap looked stunned. "All this... you two did this?"

Arjun smirked. "Well, Isha handled the aesthetics. I made sure things didn't fall apart."

Isha rolled her eyes. "He means he bossed around and helped a bit."

Their mother laughed, placing a hand on her husband's shoulder. "It's beautiful. I can't believe our kids planned this."

Isha smiled. "That's not all. We invited a few people. They'll be here soon."

The doorbell rang, as if on cue. Arjun went to open it and greeted Siddharth and Varun, both dressed neatly, followed by their smiling parents.

Uncle and Aunt welcomed them warmly while Arjun casually said, "And yes, these two were bribed with food."

Varun grinned. "And cake. Don't forget the cake."

Vivaan popped up behind them with a mischievous grin. "I'm also here... Happy anniversary Uncle and Aunty"

Prathap and Anvita thanked him with a smile.

Before Siddharth could retort, there was a sudden hush.

Isha had walked in, wearing a pastel blue salwar with soft embroidery. Her hair was left open, a delicate silver chain around her neck. The soft yellow lights caught her features perfectly.

Siddharth forgot to blink.

Varun elbowed him. "Close your mouth, Romeo."

Arjun chimed in, grinning, "At least pretend to breathe."

Siddharth tried to act unaffected, clearing his throat. "She looks nice. That's all."

Vivaan smirked. "Uh-huh. Just nice..huh?...."

Siddharth looked down unable to handle his blush.

Arjun walked over with two unfamiliar people beside him - a cheerful girl in a kurti and jeans, and a man with an easy grin and charming poise.

"Finally," Arjun said. "Siddharth, Varun... meet Deepa and Ashwin - our cousins."

Deepa folded her arms and raised a brow playfully. "So you two are the famous ones we've heard about for years."

Ashwin chuckled. "And looks like we're crashing a legendary party."

Siddharth smiled politely. Varun looked slightly puzzled, still putting the names and faces together - but it didn't take long.

"Wait... you're Deepa?" Varun asked, surprised.

Deepa raised her brows "any doubts?"

Varun flushed and replied "No no, I just asked"

Soon, the group drifted together - Siddharth, Arjun, Isha, Varun, and now Deepa and Ashwin, with conversations flowing like they'd always known one another.

Ashwin started teasing Arjun about old family stories, instantly putting Siddharth and Varun at ease. Deepa and Isha shared a giggle about Isha's dance rehearsal mishaps.

Someone brought out juice, someone else turned up the volume of the music. And there - amidst all the chatting and subtle flirting, quiet glances and loud laughter - a new group was forming.

Varun was munching on a samosa, balancing it casually in one hand, when he noticed Deepa helping Isha near the dining table.

"Want help with that?" he asked, stepping closer, brushing the crumbs off his hands.

Deepa looked at him, brow raised playfully. "With lifting three paper plates? You think I can't handle it?"

Varun grinned. "I was being a gentleman. Guess it's overrated."

"Absolutely," Deepa smirked, handing him two cups of juice anyway. "But since you offered..."

Isha walked past them just then, barely holding back a chuckle. "Bhaiya, she'll boss you around if you let her."

Varun shrugged. "I can handle bossy. I have Siddharth as a friend."

From a few feet away, Siddharth mock-gasped, "Hey!"

The families were now gathered around the large table. Arjun brought his parents to the center with a proud smile, while Isha dimmed the lights a little, the soft fairy bulbs casting a cozy glow.

Everyone clapped as the cake was brought out-a lovely white and gold layered one that read, "To 20 years of chaos, love, and laughter."

Siddharth's father leaned to Arjun's dad. "You really survived 20 years of marriage and raising Arjun? Hats off."

Everyone laughed. Arjun's mom rolled her eyes playfully. "Raising him was tougher than the marriage."

Cake cutting happened with cheers, camera flashes, and a group chorus of "Happy Anniversary!"

Then Varun clapped once. "Now that we're all stuffed and full of sugar... Game time?"

"Oh no," Siddharth muttered. "He's been waiting for this."

"What is it this time?" Arjun asked warily, handing a plate to his mom.

"Simple," Varun declared, holding up a bottle. "Truth or Dare."

Everyone gathered in a loose circle-cushions, chairs, even a few sitting cross-legged on the carpet. The bottle spun first... and pointed at Vivaan.

"Oh no," Vivaan groaned. "This is sibling bullying."

"Truth or dare?" Varun asked with mock seriousness.

"Truth."

"Okay," Varun leaned in. "What's the last thing you broke at home... and blamed on someone else?"

Vivaan blinked. "The vase in the living room. I told mom it was the cat. We don't have a cat."

Everyone burst out laughing.

The bottle spun again-this time landing on Deepa.

Varun tried not to look too smug. "Truth or dare?"

Deepa narrowed her eyes. "Truth."

Varun tapped his chin. "Be honest. Have you ever had a crush on someone here in this room?"

Gasps and laughter.

Deepa raised an eyebrow, cool as ever. "Yes."

The room went silent for a second.

"Wait, WHAT?" Isha leaned forward. "Who?!"

Deepa just sipped her juice and smiled. "Next spin."

Varun's ears turned a little red.

The bottle turned again... pointing to Siddharth.

Arjun smirked. "Truth or dare?"

Siddharth leaned back, trying to play it cool. "Truth."

Ashwin jumped in before anyone else. "Have you ever had a crush on someone your best friend doesn't know about?"

Siddharth hesitated-just for a fraction-but then shook his head. "Nope."

Varun gave him a side-eye. "Liar."

Isha, from across the circle, tilted her head, watching Siddharth with quiet curiosity. Something unreadable flickered in her eyes... but she said nothing.

The bottle spun again, wobbling slightly before landing on Isha.

A loud "Ooooooh" rose from the circle.

"Alright, Isha!" Arjun grinned. "Truth or dare?"

She narrowed her eyes. "Dare."

Everyone looked impressed.

Varun grinned mischievously. "Okay, Isha... your dare is to call someone in this room and compliment them genuinely. But you can't pick Arjun."

Isha raised an eyebrow. "That's easy."

She looked around the circle, eyes landing on Siddharth. He stiffened slightly.

She smiled softly and said, "Siddharth, you're... dependable. Always calm when others panic. And you listen - like, really listen. That's rare."

There was a small silence before Arjun coughed awkwardly.

"Uhh... okay! That got too real too fast," Varun said, laughing.

Siddharth tried to act normal, but the faint smile tugging at his lips said otherwise.

The bottle spun again. It pointed at Ashwin.

"Truth," he said casually.

Varun grinned. "what's the most awkward moment you've had at work?"

Ashwin chuckled. "I once sent a meme about my boss to my boss."

A collective gasp.

"What did he say?" Siddharth asked, amused.

"He replied with the same meme and a 'lol'. We don't talk anymore."

Even the adults, seated at the edge of the room, laughed at that one.

Next spin-Arjun.

"I feel like I've been waiting forever," he said, cracking his knuckles. "Dare."

Siddharth rubbed his hands together. "Dance. Right now. For fifteen seconds. To whatever song we play."

Arjun blinked. "You serious?"

"I'll play something iconic," Siddharth promised.

A second later, Chaiyya Chaiyya started blaring from someone's phone.

And there he went-Arjun dancing full filmy style, hands in the air, turning dramatically, dragging Vivaan in for a duo performance.

Phones came out. Laughter erupted. Families laughed.

As Arjun collapsed back on the sofa, panting, the bottle spun again.

It pointed to... Deepa.

"Again?!" she protested.

"Rules are rules," Isha sang sweetly.

"Fine. Dare."

This time Siddharth raised an eyebrow. "Call someone from this group by a nickname for the next five minutes."

Deepa looked around.

Everyone held their breath.

She smirked... and pointed to Varun.
"Sure, Pumpkin."

Varun nearly dropped his juice. "What?"

"You heard me, pumpkin."

The group howled. Varun buried his face in a cushion.

As the room quieted down from Deepa's "pumpkin" dare, the bottle spun again-and this time, it stopped at Vivaan.

His eyes widened. "Oh no. I was just here for the food."

"Too bad," Arjun said, rubbing his palms. "Truth or dare?"

Vivaan sighed. "Dare, I guess. Let's get it over with."

Isha grinned. "Okay... you have to go to your mom and say, 'Amma, I'm in love. Her name is... Deepika Padukone.' With full seriousness."

Gasps and laughter erupted.

Vivaan stood up dramatically. "Pray for me."

Everyone leaned forward as he walked up to his mother, cleared his throat, and said with puppy eyes,
"Amma... I'm in love. Her name is Deepika Padukone."

His mother blinked. "She's too old for you."

Everyone burst into laughter.

"I tried," Vivaan said proudly, returning like a warrior.

Ashwin clapped. "Okay, okay. Now one last group question. Let's make it fun."

He grinned. "Everyone answer-who was your first crush?"

The room quieted slightly. A few exchanged glances.

"I'll go first," said Arjun. "My 8th grade English teacher. I was convinced she was an angel."

"A boy from our school bus," Deepa said next."

"Girl next door," Varun admitted with a shrug. "She never noticed me. I pretended I hated her to cope."

Everyone turned to Isha.

She smiled calmly. "I've never had one."

Varun blinked. "Wait, seriously?"

She nodded. "Yeah. I don't know... I never felt like that for anyone. Not yet."

Siddharth glanced at her, surprised.

Then it was his turn.

Everyone looked expectantly.

Siddharth paused, smiled faintly. "My only crush.....Someone I still think about."

The laughter continued, but the energy had begun to mellow. Some of the elders had shifted to the living room couches, chatting with tea in hand. The younger ones still lingered around the circle, but the dares were getting sillier and lazier now.

"I think that's enough embarrassment for one night," Isha finally declared, stretching her arms above her head.

"Agreed," Siddharth said quickly, glad for the exit.

"Nooo, I still had a truth ready for Arjun!" Varun protested.

"You can ask him tomorrow," Deepa teased. "Let people live tonight."

Arjun dramatically clutched his chest. "Finally, someone with mercy."

With chuckles and yawns, everyone slowly began to drift into casual chatter again - the game ending, but a warmth lingering in the air.

Deepa stood near the stove in the corner of the kitchen, humming softly to herself as she prepared coffee. Varun came there ready for another bickering. The chatter from the living room faded slightly behind her, the soft gurgle of boiling milk taking over. She reached for the filter, carefully pouring-but just then, a small splash of hot coffee landed on her hand.

"Ah-" she hissed under her breath, jerking her hand back.

Before she could even turn, Varun was beside her.

"What happened?" he asked quickly, spotting the light reddish mark on her hand. "You okay?"

"Just a small spill," she said, brushing it off, even as her expression tightened for a second.

But Varun had already opened the tap and gently took her wrist, guiding her hand under the stream of cold water.

"Hold it here for a minute," he said, voice calm but firm.

Deepa blinked at him, surprised more by his sudden seriousness than the burn. "It's really not that bad."

"I know," he said, still focused, "but still. Coffee burns are sneaky."

For a moment, neither of them said anything. Just the quiet rush of water, the steam in the air, and the soft clink of cups in the background.

Then Deepa said lightly, "Didn't know you were this efficient in emergency response."

Varun smirked without looking at her. "I moonlight as a doctor on weekends."

She smiled, a small one. "Thanks, Doctor Varun."

"Anytime," he said, finally letting go of her hand as the water slowed. "But for the record, I still blame the coffee. Can't believe it had the audacity to hurt you."

Deepa rolled her eyes, shaking the water off her hand. "You're ridiculous."

Varun leaned back against the counter, grinning. "You're welcome."

They looked at each other for a beat longer than necessary before Deepa turned away, reaching for the sugar tin.

Varun stayed right there, smiling to himself like he'd just won something.

The evening had slowed into a soft, golden calm. Conversations had settled into quiet laughter, and the fairy lights above twinkled like the night was gently sighing with contentment.

Siddharth's mother glanced at the clock and smiled gently. "It's getting late... we should leave."

"No promises," Isha's mother replied warmly. "Tonight was... perfect."

Isha stepped out holding a small basket filled with return gifts - simple wrapped bundles tied with ribbon and a handwritten note on each.

"One for you, aunty," she said, handing one to Siddharth's mom.
"And uncle," she smiled, offering the next.
"Varun bhaiya, don't open it on the way home!" she warned with a teasing glance.
"Vivaan, yours is the one with the chocolate sticker."

Everyone smiled, touched by the little gesture. Deepa and Ashwin thanked her, Ashwin even joking, "Isha, you'll make a great event manager one day."
She rolled her eyes playfully. "Or I'll just start charging you next time."

Outside, cars were getting ready to leave. Goodbyes filled the front porch - warm hugs, laughs, and promises of meeting again soon.

Siddharth's parents shook hands with Arjun's parents again. "It was lovely. You raised two wonderful kids," Siddharth's father said, genuinely.

Arjun shook his head. "Not just me. Isha did most of it. She's the real hero tonight."

Siddharth's father smiled and gently patted Isha on the head. "Well done, beta. You made this evening unforgettable."

Isha smiled, slightly flustered.

As everyone began heading to their cars, Isha turned to Siddharth quietly. She extended a small gift bag toward him.

"This one's yours," she said softly, her eyes meeting his just for a second. "Don't lose it."
She said without knowing he will keep it forever.

Siddharth took it, his fingers brushing hers for the briefest moment. He smiled - the kind of smile that says everything but nothing aloud.

He watched her walk away, his heart full of words that would never be spoken.
Not yet.
Not tonight.

And she didn't turn around.

Maybe it was better that way.

Because everything he wanted to say - everything he ever felt - he had tucked away neatly into corners of his heart, where they'd wait.

Just like he always did.

For her.

Isha finally dropped onto her bed with a sigh that came from her bones.

She didn't even bother changing out of her salwar. The soft fairy lights from her dressing mirror glowed faintly, casting shadows across her sleepy eyes.

Her phone buzzed with a few pending notifications - tags, story mentions, and sweet messages from relatives.

Rubbing her eyes, she unlocked it and opened the gallery.

Photo with mom and dad - her favourite one. Her dad had a rare, genuine smile. She smiled too. She started captioning each.

"20 years of madness and magic. So proud to be your daughter ❤️"

Next - with Arjun.
He had his arm casually around her shoulder, both of them mid-laugh.

"Half my arguments and half my world. Don't tell him I said that."

Then Deepa - both flashing identical grins, like mischievous partners in crime.

"You're the chaos I secretly enjoy ✨"

Then Ashwin - Isha standing beside him, a casual side pose. She hesitated, just a second, before typing...

"Thanks for coming all the way, Ashwin. Feels like home when you're here."

Next was a picture with Varun - he had his usual goofy grin, one eye squinting dramatically as he held a plate with cake crumbs and made a victory sign.

"Chaos consultant, cake finisher, and part-time clown ... You made tonight extra fun!"

She chuckled as she hit "Post."

She paused at the next photo - her and Siddharth. Their first pic....🦋

It was a candid one. Arjun had clicked it when Siddharth had just turned to say something to her. The soft lights made the moment look quieter than it was.

She stared at it a moment longer than the others.

"The calm amidst all chaos. Grateful, always."

She turned off her mobile with a satisfied smile.

Siddharth, after a long day, finally settled into his bed. His phone buzzed with a few notifications, and lazily, he unlocked it. As he scrolled through his feed, he came across Isha's post.

The photo of her with her parents made him smile, and he quickly tapped through the other posts - the one with Arjun, with Deepa, with Varun. He could feel the warmth of her family, the bond she shared with all of them.

But then, he stopped.

It was the picture with him.

His breath caught for a moment as he read the caption:
"The calm amidst all chaos. Grateful, always."

Siddharth stared at the words, his heart skipping a beat. A small, unspoken flutter settled in his chest. The words weren't loud or dramatic, but they hit somewhere deeper.

He quickly commented "My pleasure 💝☺️"

He didn't know why, but something about it felt personal. Almost like a confession, even if it wasn't.

He smiled to himself, trying to shake the feeling off, but it lingered.

The school classes buzzed with post-weekend energy. Just a month left for board exams, and the halls were filled with last-minute prep talk, tensed faces, and some lazy yawns.

Siddharth walked in with Varun, their bags slung over one shoulder, casually chatting about an upcoming math test.

The corridor was filled with a few scattered students and the faint echo of footsteps.

Isha was caught off guard when a girl named Sneha-someone she didn't even recognize-blocked her path.

"You think you're so smart, right? Just because you topped once and posted a pic with Siddharth, you think he's into you?"

Isha blinked. "Sorry, who are you?"

The girl scoffed. "Of course, you wouldn't know me. Why would you bother? I'm in his class. I've seen the way he looks at you. But you? You're just soaking in attention you didn't earn."

Isha took a step back, confused and stunned. "I posted a picture. That's it. I didn't ask for any-"

"You've got no idea what it means to people who actually care about him!"

"Enough."

The voice came sharp and clear, cutting through the tension like a blade.

Both girls turned. Siddharth stood a few steps away, arms folded, his gaze cold.

"Isha doesn't owe anyone an explanation. Not for a post. Not for a comment. And definitely not for your insecurity."

The girl's face went pale.

"She didn't even know who you were," Siddharth continued, stepping closer. "So next time, try not to embarrass yourself like this. Don't you dare come to Isha for your silly insecurities again."

The girl muttered something under her breath and hurried off, avoiding eye contact.

Isha stared at Siddharth, still stunned.

"You okay?" he asked softly, his tone changing as he turned to her.

She gave a weak nod. "Yeah... thanks."

There was a pause, then she asked, "But... who is she? Why was she saying all that?"

Siddharth scratched the back of his neck, a little hesitant. "She... uh... proposed to me. A while back."

Isha's eyes widened slightly. "Oh."

"I said no. Politely," he added quickly. "I didn't want to hurt her. Thought she moved on. Clearly, she didn't."

Isha frowned. "So all this drama because of that?"

"She probably saw my comment on your post and lost it," he said, glancing away for a second. "Some people take things way too far."

Isha said with a teasing grin "you are quiet popular...Girls are behind you."

Siddharth replied "But my eyes are on only one girl."

Isha asked "won't you say who's it?"

Siddharth said glancing at her a moment longer "I will. But not now "

Isha nodded with understanding.

They stood there for a moment longer, the corridor suddenly feeling a little warmer.

"Let's go," he said gently.

And they walked away - together, the air still carrying the weight of unspoken feelings.

It was the day before the internal submissions, and the school was filled with an air of anxious energy. Students shuffled in, clutching their files, all ready to present their work.

Isha, however, walked in with confidence, her bag feeling heavier than usual, but her smile wide - she'd stayed up late finishing her assignment and felt proud.

The moment the teacher entered and began calling names, Isha reached for her file. Her hand froze. She searched the bag, her fingers brushing through every pocket. But the file wasn't there.

Her heart raced, panic creeping in. She checked again. No file.

"What's wrong?" Anu whispered, sensing something was off.

"My file... it's gone. I swear I put it in last night!" Isha muttered under her breath, starting to feel the heat rise in her chest.

Isha's gaze darted across the room, but the file seemed to have vanished into thin air.

Suddenly Varun entered with the familiar blue file named Isha in his hand.

"Isha...I found this in my class shelf. Is it yours?" Varun asked, raising an eyebrow.

Isha breathed a sigh of relief as she took it from him. "Yes, but how did it end up there?"

"I don't know," Varun said with a shrug. "Maybe it grew legs and walked."

Arjun entered the classroom just in time to see the scene unfold. He frowned, noticing Isha's flushed face.

"What happened?" Arjun asked, his concern evident.

"She thought she lost her file," Anu explained quickly, looking at Isha.

"Thanks, Varun bhaiya," Isha said, trying to calm her racing heart.

The school assembly was in full swing, and students stood in rows, the morning light filtering through the windows.
The principal's voice rang out over the speakers, bringing the room to attention.

"Good morning, everyone! I have an important announcement to make. Our Farewell Day will be held on the 15th of this month."

A murmur rippled through the crowd, and everyone could feel the anticipation growing.

"It will be a special day to celebrate the 12th-grade students and the memories we've all shared together. There will be speeches, performances, and many more moments to cherish. So, mark your calendars!"

A round of applause spread through the students, the energy buzzing.

"Let's make it a day to remember. Thank you.
With that, the assembly ended.