The first rays of morning sunshine slipped through the window, brushing Aanya's face as her alarm buzzed softly. Today was not just any day—it was her first day of college. A new chapter. A new beginning.
She moved slowly, her heart caught somewhere between excitement and nervousness. Her mother noticed the silent energy and placed a hand gently on her shoulder, whispering, "Sab theek hoga. Just be yourself."
Dressed in a simple kurti and jeans, Aanya looked into the mirror one last time. She tied her hair neatly, picked up her bag, and stepped into the world that was waiting for her.
Outside the college gate, the campus buzzed with life. So many new faces. So many unknown stories.
And then—"Aanya!"
She turned and saw her childhood friend, **Meher**, running toward her with that same familiar bubbly energy.
"You thought I wouldn't get admission here too? Surprise!" Meher grinned, catching her breath. Her eyes sparkled, just as they always had in school.
Aanya laughed, feeling her tension melt.
The two walked in together, side by side like always—like no time had passed.
Meher talked nonstop: "This place is so big! We better not get lost! And what if cute boys are in our class? Just imagine, one smile and—boom—crush!"
Aanya giggled but said nothing. Her heart was still quiet… still caught up in the strange dream she had weeks ago, the one she couldn't shake. The boy without a face. The touch she had never forgotten.
But she didn't mention it.
Instead, she let Meher pull her into the rhythm of the day—laughing, exploring, sitting in her first lecture with butterflies fluttering in her chest.
By the end of the day, Aanya had met a few new classmates, discovered the best chai spot on campus, and even managed to laugh till her stomach hurt.
It was a good day.
But what neither of them knew was—
**her path had already started shifting**.
The boy with the quiet soul was getting closer.
Even if she couldn't see him yet.
Her world was beginning to bloom.