Akash and Nila were like two opposite poles of a magnet. Akash was the quiet type, someone who preferred weaving words into the pages of his diary. Nila, on the other hand, was the complete opposite—restless, vibrant, and full of life.
Their first meeting happened on a rainy afternoon in a dusty corner of an old library. Both of them reached for the same book at the exact same time. As their fingers brushed, their eyes met. Nila smiled and said, "You take the book, but on one condition—you have to tell me the story once you're done reading it!"
From that day on, a new chapter began. Akash gradually noticed that more than his own words, it was Nila's silence that drew him in. And Nila discovered that in the pages of Akash's diary, amidst his descriptions of melancholy afternoons, it was her laughter that he wrote about the most.
One evening, sitting under the vast blue sky, Akash whispered softly,
— "You know Nila, when I look in the mirror, I see myself. But why is it that when I close my eyes, I only see you?"
Nila gave a subtle smile, took Akash's hand, and placed it over her heartbeat. She replied,
— "Because you don't belong only to yourself anymore. Every bit of your soul has merged with mine. Even if you see yourself in the mirror, it is I who lives within you."