The beauty of these three love stories wasn't just in the boys they chose, but in how the girls supported one another through the journey.
When Habiba was nervous about her first date with Zane, Jeba spent three hours doing her makeup while Tamanna picked out the perfect "sophisticated yet approachable" outfit.
When Jeba and Aarav had their first big fight, Habiba sat her down with a logic puzzle to calm her mind, while Tamanna brought over a tub of chocolate ice cream.
When Ryan finally asked Tamanna to be his girlfriend at his concert, Habiba and Jeba were in the front row, screaming louder than anyone else in the room.
By their final year, the dorm room felt smaller, not because of the mess, but because their lives had grown so much larger.
On the eve of graduation, the three friends sat on the roof of their building, looking out over the campus. Zane was there with his sketchbook, Aarav with his telescope, and Ryan with his guitar.
They weren't just three girls anymore; they were three women who had learned that love comes in different flavors:
Habiba's love was a steady flame, built on intellectual respect and quiet presence.
Jeba's love was a splash of color, built on contrast and the excitement of discovery.
Tamanna's love was a soft melody, built on kindness and the beauty of the everyday.
As the sun set, Ryan started strumming a soft chord. Jeba leaned her head on Aarav's shoulder, and Habiba reached out to hold Zane's hand.
They knew that life after college would be hard. Careers would take them to different cities, and the ease of living in the same room would vanish. But as they looked at each other—Habiba, Jeba, and Tamanna—they knew that their friendship was the first great love of their lives, and it had taught them exactly how to cherish the ones they had found.