𝒽𝒶𝓁𝒻 𝓈𝓊𝓃, 𝒽𝒶𝓁𝒻 𝑔𝓁𝑜𝑜𝓂
It was a Tuesday afternoon, the kind where the sky looked undecided, half-sun, half-gloom. Rhea was sitting with the two girls from his class under the neem tree near the back gate. They were talking about the usual stuff, assignments, professors, which teacher wore the ugliest kurta, but Rhea had only one ear in the conversation.
Until one of them casually said his name.
“Gautam? Arrey, he bunked the first lecture today again.”
Rhea’s heart did a soft flip. Gautam.
So that was it.
She repeated it in her head like a secret mantra. It was unique. Soft on the tongue. Felt right somehow. Her crush had a name now. He wasn’t just a face in the crowd. He was Gautam.
And now that she knew, there was no going back.
That evening, she stalked the hell out of him online. Instagram, Facebook, even LinkedIn. She found his number from an old group screenshot someone had once shared, and later, somehow, even his email.
It was stupid. It was extra. It was obsessive.
But it felt... electric.
For the first time, her feelings had weight. Her brain had connected all the dots—name, face, voice, habits. The daydreams had something real to rest on now.
Rhea looked at the mirror that night and smiled to herself.
So this is what a real crush feels like, she thought.
She was in deep.
And she didn’t want to swim up just yet.
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In Another Lifetime
RomanceA short story. Updates- daily. Rhea has always believed in the kind of love you read about in stories - the accidental eye contact, the secret smiles, the feeling of finally being seen. But in a world where the loudest laughs get mocked, and soft he...
