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 Another function was coming up — again at my friend’s place, and this time I was officially invited. I got to know that she would be coming too. And this time… we decided we wouldn’t just meet by chance. We made a plan. She would arrive by train or bus near my friend’s village — there was a railway station and a bus stand just nearby. I’d go early and wait there. We had decided… wahi milenge. This time, I didn’t want to miss the moment. My friend called, “Bhai, Tanaya aane wali hai. Usko udhar se lete aana.” A smile lit up my face. I immediately messaged her — “I’m on the way… can’t wait.” It was something we both wanted. This time, I could pick her up — ride with her. No hiding, no hesitation. I reached early, and within a few minutes… she arrived. She smiled and walked up to me. Without saying much, she sat behind me on my Bullet. The road to my friend’s village was about 20 kilometers — but that ride felt like a lifetime. She was sitting behind me, holding onto me gently. No on...

 Days passed. Weeks, even. Life got busy — especially after I shifted to Delhi for work. The city kept me on my toes, but somewhere in the chaos, her memory quietly stayed with me. And then… one evening, ekdum achanak, I saw a message on my phone. It was from her. “Hi…” Just that. But it was enough to freeze me in place. My heart raced like it was trying to catch up with all the feelings I had buried. I replied nervously… and she responded. Slowly, we started talking — just small, normal conversations. Nothing heavy, nothing dramatic. But there was a comfort in her words, a calm in her presence — even through texts. Sometimes we chatted, sometimes we didn’t. Kabhi-kabhi chhoti chhoti baatein hoti thi — kaise ho, kahan ho, kya kar rahe ho — and that was enough to brighten my entire day. Phir ek din, mere dost ke ghar ek aur function tha… aur usme vo fir se mili. This time, the smiles weren’t new. The familiarity was there — we both remembered everything. The dhol, the glances, the s...

 After that day… something inside me changed. The birthday function was over, but her presence lingered — like the echo of a song that refuses to fade. I still remember her clearly... That soft pink suit, her gentle smile, and those deep eyes — as if they held a thousand unsaid stories. She didn’t even look at me properly at first… but I couldn't stop looking at her. The next morning, I went out again — no reason, no plan. Just a strange hope... shayad ek baar aur dekh lu usse. I walked by the same street where the party had happened. Every face looked familiar… but not hers. She wasn’t there. My heart sank a little. The entire day, I couldn’t focus. I kept thinking — kaash number mil jaata. But I had something this time… I knew her name. Yes, I found out her name from a mutual friend. And just hearing it gave me a strange peace. But at the same time, the restlessness inside me grew stronger. I still didn’t have her number… no way to talk, no way to reach out. Just a name in my hea...

Chapter 1: Our First Meeting – The Moment That Changed Everything It was just another ordinary evening, but fate had different plans. There was a birthday function at my friend’s house — his sister’s baby’s birthday, to be exact. The courtyard was filled with laughter, colorful lights, and the aroma of homemade food. Kids were running around, elders were chatting, and the playlist kept switching between old and new Bollywood songs. And then... I saw her. She was standing near the corner, wearing a soft pink suit, talking to a little girl. Her smile was effortless, her eyes full of stories. I hadn’t seen her before in our village, but something about her felt so familiar... so warm. I couldn’t stop looking. My eyes were drawn to her again and again, as if time had slowed down. I stood there, just watching her, completely unaware of the world around me. I wanted to say something... anything. I even stepped a little closer, hoping to gather the courage. But my heart was racing, and fear h...