Divine Plans and Unfinished Love: Chapter 2

Chapter 2: A Silent Obsession : Over the weeks, my feelings for Aman grew into something I could no longer ignore — a quiet ache, tender yet overwhelming. It consumed me, invading every corner of my thoughts, every beat of my heart. I knew it was foolish. To him, I was probably nothing more than his sister's clumsy, wide-eyed friend — a silly girl with no place in his world. But try telling that to my heart. Logic dissolved whenever I heard his name, replaced by the fluttering chaos that only he could stir within me. I’d sit in class, completely lost in daydreams, his face dancing behind my closed eyes. My pen betrayed me, scribbling his name in elegant loops at the margins of my notebook. It was as if the very act of writing it could summon him, make him real and close, even when he wasn’t. Ananya caught on, of course — her teasing smile as sharp as her words. “A secret crush?” she asked one day, winking mischievously. I’d laughed, forcing nonchalance into my voice, but my cheeks burned with the truth. How could I explain that my heart had chosen someone so far beyond my reach?

At home, my mind became a sacred space where every memory of Aman lived. I replayed them like my favorite song, cherishing even the smallest details: the casual way he said my name, how his hand ruffled Ananya’s hair with the kind of brotherly affection I envied, the sound of his laughter — deep, warm, like sunlight on a winter’s day. Every little thing about him was etched into me, larger than life, impossible to forget.

So I waited, counting moments until the next time I’d see him. My heart, foolish and hopeful, clung to the impossible dream that maybe — just maybe — he’d see me the way I saw him.