Raj's heart pounded in his chest as he watched her. Her raven hair, tied up in a neat bun, framed her delicate features. Her glasses, far from being a hindrance, added a touch of mystery. When she smiled, it was like a ray of sunshine breaking through a cloudy day. As her fingertips danced across the pages of a book, he felt a strange warmth spread through him. He couldn't shake the feeling that he was witnessing something truly magical.


Raj stood at the library door, his gaze fixed on her.


Manav, my friend, noticed my gaze and couldn't help but tease me about my obvious infatuation. I tried to play it cool, claiming I was just working on a project. But deep down, I knew that my feelings for Aisha were anything but casual.


The library was Aisha's sanctuary, a place where the world seemed to quiet down, and her imagination would run wild. It was there, amidst towering shelves of books, that I first met Raj. Our initial encounters were accidental, clumsy collisions that always seemed to leave me breathless. But it was his eyes that truly captivated me. When they met mine, it was like sparks ignited within me, a warmth that spread through my entire being.

As our friendship blossomed, we discovered a shared passion for poetry. We spent countless hours lost in the words of our favorite poets, their lines echoing through the quiet halls of the...