Delhi never really slept. Even at night, it breathed—through honking cars, barking dogs, distant laughter, and the constant hum of lives moving forward. In one such narrow lane, tucked away from the main road, stood a modest, aging house that looked no different from the others around it. Two rooms. A cramped kitchen. A small living area where too many conversations overlapped. And above it all, a terrace that silently witnessed everything no one spoke about.

This was where Ira lived.

She had lived here all her life, sharing the space with her parents, her grandmother, her elder sister, and her younger sister. Five people, five personalities, and one unspoken rule—Ira would understand.

Being the middle child had taught her lessons no one ever sat down to explain. She learned when to step back and when to stay quiet. Her elder sister, Pooja, carried the weight of responsibility effortlessly. She was the pride of the family, the example. Her younger sister, Riya, was the joy—the one whose laughter filled rooms and whose mistakes were forgiven before they were even noticed.

Ira existed somewhere in between.

She wasn’t ignored deliberately. That would have hurt less. Instead, she was trusted to adjust. Trusted to be mature. Trusted to not need too much attention. Over time, those expectations wrapped themselves around her like invisible chains.

Class 12 had arrived with the cruelty of inevitability.

Every morning began the same way—an alarm ringing too early, a rushed breakfast, her mother reminding her to study harder, her father silently reading the newspaper, and her grandmother commenting on how girls these days thought too much. Ira would nod, smile faintly, and retreat into her room with her books.

Her room was small, barely enough to fit a bed, a study table, and a cupboard that refused to close properly. But it was the only place where she felt even slightly in control. Pages filled with handwritten notes lay scattered across her table, symbols of effort and fear existing side by side.

The pressure was constant.

Board exams. Coaching classes. Teachers’ expectations. Relatives asking what she planned to become. Everyone seemed convinced that her future depended on a few sheets of paper. And Ira believed them. She believed them so deeply that the fear of failing wrapped around her chest, tightening with every passing day.

She didn’t cry loudly. She didn’t talk about it. She studied harder.

At school, she smiled at her friends and joked about exams like everyone else. At home, she helped her mother and listened quietly to conversations she was never fully part of. At night, when the world finally slowed down, the thoughts returned.

What if I disappoint them?

The question haunted her.

That evening was no different—until it was.

The house felt louder than usual. Her younger sister complained about homework. Her grandmother scolded someone over nothing. Pooja talked about her achievements. Ira felt herself shrinking, her thoughts colliding into something heavy and unbearable.

She picked up her books and climbed the stairs to the terrace.

The terrace was unfinished—uneven cement floors, a few plastic chairs, and clotheslines stretching from one end to the other. From here, Delhi looked softer. Distant lights blurred into something almost beautiful. The noise faded into a dull murmur.

Ira sat down near the edge, pulling her knees close to her chest.

For a while, she tried to read. Then she stopped pretending.

The tears came quietly, slipping down her cheeks without resistance. She pressed her face into her arms, hoping the night would swallow the sound of her breathing. Crying had become familiar—controlled, silent, efficient. She cried the way someone who didn’t want to be caught learned to cry.

She didn’t realize she wasn’t alone.

On the neighboring terrace, a figure stood still.

A boy.

He hadn’t meant to see her. He had stepped out for air, phone in hand, mind elsewhere. But when he noticed the girl sitting across from him, shoulders shaking ever so slightly, he froze.

He should have looked away.

Instead, he stayed.

Not staring. Not intruding. Just witnessing something fragile that wasn’t meant for him. In the dim light, he could barely see her face, but he could feel the weight of her sadness. It was the kind that didn’t ask for comfort.

Ira lifted her head at the exact moment he realized he was being seen.

Their eyes met.

For a second, the world paused.

There was no embarrassment. No apology. Just surprise—and something else neither of them could name. A shared understanding, perhaps. Or recognition.

She quickly wiped her tears, instinctively guarding herself. He looked away just as fast, as if caught doing something wrong.

They said nothing.

Moments later, he disappeared back inside.

Ira stayed where she was, heart racing for reasons she didn’t understand. She told herself it didn’t matter. Strangers saw strangers cry all the time. Life moved on.

That night, the house next door changed.

Aarav Malhotra moved in.

He was a first-year college student, though Ira wouldn’t learn that until much later. His arrival was quiet—no loud shifting, no celebrations. Just a car parked outside, a few suitcases carried in, and a new presence in the lane.

Aarav’s world looked very different from Ira’s.

The clothes he wore were expensive but understated. His phone rang often. People spoke to him with a certain respect. Yet, behind the composed exterior, there was something unsettled about him. His eyes held a tiredness that didn’t belong to someone his age.

He had grown up surrounded by comfort but starved of warmth.

His father believed emotions were distractions. His mother loved quietly, from a distance. Success had always been expected of him—never questioned. He learned early that being vulnerable meant being weak.

So he learned control.

That night, as he lay on his bed in the unfamiliar room, Aarav found his thoughts drifting back to the girl on the terrace. He didn’t know her name. Didn’t know her story. Yet the image stayed with him—the way she cried without sound, as if she had practiced doing it unnoticed.

Across the wall, Ira lay awake too.

She wondered why being seen had felt worse than crying alone.

Neither of them knew that this brief, wordless encounter would anchor itself deep within their lives.

SPOILER ALERT :

They would meet again—in hallways, classrooms, and crowded college corridors. They would clash, connect, misunderstand, and fall in love without realizing when it happened. They would hurt each other without meaning to. They would choose silence when words were needed most.

years later, they would stand face to face again—older, successful, guarded.

Still unable to understand.

But for now, this was only the beginning.

Two ordinary people. One ordinary night.

And a story that had already decided to break them both.

Class 12 had already begun.

Not like a dramatic announcement or a sudden shift—but like a quiet pressure settling into Ira’s chest, day after day. The same classroom. The same benches carved with years of names and half-hearted promises. The same teachers repeating the same warnings: this year decides everything.

Ira sat by the window, sunlight falling across her notebook as she copied notes carefully. Outside, the school ground buzzed with noise—students laughing, shouting, living. Inside, she tried to keep up the act of being fine.

She wasn’t alone.

Isha sat beside her, chewing on the end of her pen, whispering complaints about the math teacher. Kartik sat two benches ahead, turning around every few minutes to crack a joke. Kamiyar sat near the aisle, pretending to listen while secretly sketching random things in his notebook.

This was her world.

With them, Ira laughed easily. With them, she didn’t feel invisible.

“Boards will kill us,” Kartik said dramatically during lunch break.

“Speak for yourself,” Isha replied. “I plan to survive and glow up after.”

Ira smiled, watching them banter. Moments like these felt stolen—small pockets of happiness squeezed between expectations and fear.

But even here, even in the middle of laughter, her mind wandered.

The boy next door.

The one who had shifted to Sharma uncle’s place just yesterday.

She didn’t know his name. Didn’t know where he came from. Only knew the quiet intensity of his eyes and the strange stillness that had passed between them on the terrace.

“Earth to Ira,” Isha whispered, nudging her. “Where did you disappear?”

“Nowhere,” Ira replied quickly.

Isha raised an eyebrow. “Liar. You look like someone’s living rent-free in your head.”

Ira laughed it off. “You imagine too much.”

Isha was her best friend—the kind you told everything to. And yet, there were corners of Ira’s heart even Isha couldn’t reach. Some feelings were too confusing, too fragile to name.

School days passed like this.

Classes. Tuitions. Homework. Laughter during breaks. Stress during exams. Slowly, steadily, time moved.

Four months slipped by.

The pressure increased. Boards felt closer. Teachers became stricter. Parents more anxious.

And somewhere along the way, Isha forgot about the boy next door.

Ira didn’t.

She never spoke about him again. Never mentioned the way she sometimes glanced at the terrace at night. Never admitted that some evenings, she hoped to see a familiar silhouette.

Because while Ira tried to move on, Aarav hadn’t.

Aarav’s life existed in a completely different rhythm.

His mornings began in a spacious apartment near his college—clean, quiet, efficient. No shouting. No chaos. Just expectations hanging heavy in the air.

He was pursuing engineering in computer science.

Top college. Top branch. Exactly what was expected of him.

In classrooms filled with ambition, Aarav fit in effortlessly. He answered questions without hesitation. Submitted assignments on time. Scored well without celebration.

He had one real friend.

Vardaan.

Vardaan was loud where Aarav was quiet, expressive where Aarav was guarded. They had met during their first semester and somehow stuck.

“You’re not human,” Vardaan often joked. “No stress. No panic. Just existing.”

Aarav only smiled.

Vardaan knew almost everything—his habits, his moods, his silence.

But not his past.

Not the nights that still woke him up. Not the memories he refused to name. Not the girl whose tears had carved a permanent space inside him.

Aarav never talked about Ira.

He didn’t need to.

She existed quietly—in the way he paused on his terrace some nights. In the way his eyes searched familiar rooftops without logic. In the way he sometimes walked to the nearby CG flat, pretending he needed air.

He told himself it was coincidence.

He knew it wasn’t.

Vardaan noticed his restlessness.

“You disappear a lot,” Vardaan said one evening as they sat outside the hostel. “Everything okay?”

“Just tired,” Aarav replied.

Vardaan studied him for a moment but didn’t push. “You know,” he said lightly, “if you ever want to talk—”

“I’m fine,” Aarav cut in.

He always was.

Or at least, that’s what everyone believed.

Back in school, Ira felt herself changing.

She studied harder. Spoke less. Laughed when needed.

At home, nothing changed. Expectations remained unspoken but heavy. Comparisons continued quietly.

At school, Isha tried to keep things light.

“After boards, we’ll breathe,” she promised.

Ira nodded, unsure if she believed it.

Some nights, she climbed to the terrace with her books. Some nights, she just sat there, staring at the sky.

Sometimes, she thought she saw movement across the wall.

Sometimes, she imagined it.

She never waved.

Neither did he.

Two lives.

Two worlds.

Running parallel—close enough to feel, far enough to never touch.

For now.

Because some connections don’t need conversation to survive.

They wait.

And time, sooner or later, forces them to collide.

Ira was sitting in the classroom - looking outside the window ,   The teacher was making the announcement of pre boards , everyone was discussing but she was somewhere else - she was looking at the junior classes playing in the playground and thinking about how  all of this will be going to change , how all of them will get separated and will become busy in their new lives , they all will meet new people in the college. How their lives will be . She was busy in her thoughts and suddenly isha interrupted

-" hlo ! What are you thinking madam. "

Ira replied -"nothing , just thinking about the boards "

Kamiyar came to them -" let's go to some nice place , we should have some fun before our exams kill us ."

Kartik cut in "yup it's going to be so much stress, we should go somewhere."

All of them came out of the class when the final bell rang .

"There is a cafe nearby, we can see you there at 5 " - kartik said to both of them .

Ira came back home , she quickly freshened up and got ready .

Isha came to pick her .

They all meet at  the cafe .

They were simply sitting and talking about their beautiful school life when their order came .

Arav and vardaan came to the same cafe ,

and sat next to them . Arav and Ira didn't notice each other as they are sitting behind each other's back

Vardaan saw isha there,

he has a huge crush on her .

He decided to talk to her today and make a move .

Isha got up and said- I need to use the washroom , just coming back in 5 mins .

Vardaan noticed isha is going somewhere,

so he got up and followed her to talk.

He saw her in the lobby and called her -"Isha , Wait."

Isha had no idea how and who the hell he was .

She stopped wondering who was calling her .

"Hey , I am Vardaan. I really wanna talk to you since so

long. I know you don't know me yet but I see you often around  my college area ."- said Vardaan .

Isha said " Okkayy" after taking a long pause , she didn't know what to say .

"Actually,  I kinda like you ." Said Vardaan .

Isha panicked, she didn't know how to react to this ,

she  ran to her friends,

and said-" guys , I am not feeling well,  can we just go home ."

Kartik argued -" we just came here , what happened to you suddenly, we were just having fun , I don't wanna go ."

Ira cut him-" It's Okk, we will drop you home , you should take  rest , if you're not feeling well.

"Yaa sure , if she's not feeling well then we can leave." said kamiyar

They leave .

Vardaan was standing as it is,

because he had no idea , what just happened with him.

Isha didn't share anything with anyone because she didn't know what to say , but Ira can sense that something is wrong with Isha .

Kartik and kamiyar drop Isha to  her home ,

Ira said- " I should stay here with her to look after since her parents will come back at night , we can't just leave her alone."

Kamiyar agreed -" ok you stay with her  , call me if you guys need anything."

Both of them left ,but kamiyar couldn't stop thinking about what happened to Isha . Kamiyar was secretly in love with Isha from the day he met her but never said anything because he doesn't wanna lose their friendship .

At Isha's home , Ira asked isha-" tell me honestly what happened to you, I know something is wrong with you , I can tell this from your face .

Isha said-" nothing, I am just not feeling well "

Ira argued -" don't lie on my face I know you , I know something is going on in your mind , just tell me ."

Finally Isha said- when I was going to use the restroom, a boy named Vardaan came and told me that he likes me , he is a college student I didn't know how to react or what to say , I panicked and then ran away ."

Ira consoled her-" it's okkk , it's not your fault that you get panicked, don't stress about it .

" I don't wanna talk about it right now "- said Isha

Ira said -" it's Okk, you should probably forget about this , there is no need to think about this , you just focus on your pre boards right now ."

"You're right"- Isha

Isha's parents came back and Ira left

Isha couldn't stop thinking about how someone could say this directly to her specifically, who was a complete stranger to her .

A few days passed and she got back to normal .

Here Vardaan felt very bad about himself, he wants to apologise for his behaviour. So he decided that he would  go meet her and apologise to her .

Finally the preboards started ,

They all met at the canteen before the paper ,

Kamiyar asked -" are you alright Isha?"

Isha replied -"yupp , I am totally fine ."

Kamiyar smiled at her.

They all discussed a few things about the exam and the bell rang .

They go to their allotted seats and the teacher distributed the question paper .

Everyone started writing but Ira was still as she saw the question paper , half of the questions came from those chapters which she didn't study , she started writing as much as she could . She knew that the exam got spoiled, she got upset as the bell rang teacher started collecting the answer sheets , everyone came out of the examination hall .

They got tired, so they decided to go straight to their homes.

Ira and Isha were moving forward and kamiyar and Kartik were coming behind them .

Outside the school gate Vardaan was standing there with Aarav , waiting for Isha to come out so that he could say sorry .

As Isha and Ira came out from the school gate .

Ira and Aarav saw each other , Ira didn't recognise him but Aarav remembered those eyes , he whispered having a small smile on his face -" those crying bright eyes "

Vardaan asked-" what??"

Aarav replied-" nothing, go talk to her ."

Vardaan came straight in front of Isha and

said-" hey Isha, I wanna talk to you it's really important"

Isha-" I don't wanna talk . Just leave me alone , I don't even know you."

"Just give me a chance to explain , Isha."

Isha replied -" plz leave my way "

And she moved forward but Vardaan grabbed her hand to stop her .

Vardaan -" plz try to understand I just want to say sorry for that day , I know shouldn't do that ."

Isha yelled -" leave my hand "

Kamiyar and Kartik saw that ,

Kamiyar couldn't control himself and the next moment he punched Vardaan and jumped on him start punching him.

Aarav saw that and came to save Vardaan. He grabbed kamiyar shirt and pulled him away from Vardaan and start fighting with him,

Kartik also came after seeing kamiyar alone and they all started fighting.

Isha and Ira were standing shocked right there .

Ira said -" what the hell is going on ,what the hell just happened "

"Plz stop them , otherwise we will got in trouble , plz stop before anyone saw them ." Said Isha

Ira replied -" yes , we have to do something."

Ira was trying to figure out what to do in between kamiyar and vardaan but Aarav pulled kamiyar by his shirt coller and started punching more aggressively ,

Kamiyar , saying-" himmat kese Hui tumhari , samjhte kya ho tum apne app ko , hath kese pakda usne Isha ka "

Translation-" how dare you, what do you think of yourself ,

How did you grab Isha's hand .

After seeing all this Ira shouted -"stop it guys, enough of this"

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"Sometimes damage isn't caused by what we do - but by what we never explain "