Ritika, fifteen, phone always in hand, stepped into the movie theatre that evening.
Popcorn in one hand, mobile in the other, she scrolled through reels while searching for her seat.
"Excuse me… is this seat B2?" a voice asked.
She looked up—ready to say yes—but froze.
It was him. Atharva. Her crush.
Her heart skipped a beat.
Trying to act casual, she said, "Uh… yes, it's yours," and turned back to the screen.
Atharva smiled and sat beside her.
For a while, he pretended to watch the movie, but his hand brushed her shoulder, lingered for a second, then pulled away with a teasing grin.
Ritika's mind was chaos—her heart said yes, but her age said no.
She stayed still until the interval.
When the lights came on, she suddenly took his hand and led him toward the basement parking.
He followed, surprised but smiling.
Looking straight into his eyes, she whispered,
"I'm too young for all this."
He smiled softly.
"Then we'll wait," he said.
Ritika turned to leave… but something inside stopped her.
Before she could think, she spun back and kissed him. 💋
Atharva froze, then kissed her back—slowly, carefully.
The bell rang; the interval ended.
They returned to their seats, hearts racing, pretending nothing had happened.
As the lights dimmed again, Atharva leaned closer.
"What's your name?" he whispered.
Ritika stayed quiet.
He chuckled. "Don't want to tell, huh? Okay… I'm Atharva. Maybe next time."
She smiled faintly, eyes on the screen.
When the movie ended, he asked,
"When should we meet again?"
Ritika looked at him and said softly,
"When God wants."
"And when will God want?" he asked.
She smiled. "When He wants, we'll meet again."
Atharva laughed quietly and leaned back.
"Okay then, Miss Unknown."