THE SILENT CONFESSION

The morning sun bathed the university in golden light as students hurried across the campus. Some rushed to their classes, while others loitered around, enjoying their morning coffee and gossiping about the latest campus happenings.

And amidst them, walking with an effortless grace, was Ishan Kishan.

Dressed in a crisp white shirt and navy-blue jeans, he had an air of effortless charm. His soft features, coupled with his ever-present smile, made him the most admired student on campus. It wasn’t just his beauty that caught everyone’s attention—it was his kindness, his intelligence, and the way he treated everyone with warmth. Whether it was helping a junior with their notes or simply offering a smile to a stranger, Ishan had a way of making people feel special. And then there was his signature pout—whenever he was thinking, annoyed, or even just lost in thought, his lips would form the cutest little pout that made people around him melt.

Shubman Gill, standing near the basketball court with a ball in his hand, sighed as he watched Ishan walk past him. "Bhai, tu phir se daydream kar raha hai," came Abhishek Sharma’s teasing voice.

Shubman snapped out of his daze, clearing his throat. "Kuch nahi. Main bas...uh...kuch nahi."

Abhishek smirked. "Haan, haan. Kuch nahi. Bas Ishan ko ghoorna tera naya hobby ban gaya hai, hai na?"

Mayank Markande, who had just arrived, chuckled. "Poor Shubman. Kab tak sirf door se dekhte rahega? Kabhi kuch bolega bhi?"

Shubman groaned. "Usko main pasand bhi hoon ya nahi, yeh bhi nahi pata. Woh itna popular hai, uske aas paas hamesha log hote hain. Mere paas koi chance nahi hai."

Abhishek and Mayank exchanged glances before smirking. "Toh ek kaam kar, bet laga le," Abhishek suggested.

Shubman raised a brow. "Kaisa bet?"

Abhishek leaned closer. "Tu Ishan ko propose karega. Bas ek baar confess kar de, agar usne mana kiya, toh tu jo kahega woh hum karenge. Par agar tu dare nahi kiya, toh...tu basketball ke court par sabke samne keh dega ki tu best player nahi hai."

Shubman’s eyes widened. "Are you serious? Mera ego toh sochke hi hurt ho raha hai."

Mayank laughed. "Toh bas, confess kar. Simple."

Shubman exhaled deeply, glancing at Ishan, who was now surrounded by a group of classmates. Confessing to him? That was easier said than done.

And then Shubman smiled, flashing those deep dimples and said “I will make you mine my dear Ishan kishan ”

To be continued...