I had seen him a hundred times before.
In the hallway. In the library. On the basketball court.
But that day felt different.
Maybe it was the way the sunlight fell through the classroom window, painting gold in his hair. Or maybe it was the way my heart decided to skip its usual rhythm just for him.
I didn't know if Aarav even knew my name. But as I sat in my seat, pretending to focus on my notebook, I made a silent promise — one day, I'll talk to him.
What I didn't know was that day was coming sooner than I thought.