Bullet: Royal Enfield

Epilogue

I’ve seen him four times, yet his face slips away from my memory like a half-forgotten dream. Still, I find myself praying to the goddess for one last glimpse—even if it’s just by coincidence. Just once more, so I can finally remember… and never forget again

‎I’m sixteen, and I’ve seen the same boy four times in the most unexpected places. Every time I saw his face, it slipped from my memory… yet whenever our paths crossed again, I recognized him instantly, as if my heart remembered what my mind couldn’t.

—just a shadow I somehow recognized—so I pray to the goddess for one last, accidental glimpse to finally remember him.

It started with a glance near a momo stall, when my render sister who was going to hospital with us accidentally leaned on his Bullet. He was just another boy-unknown, yet unforgettable. Days later, our eyes met again when I was on my way home, and then again during Durga Puja, under the glow of festive lights. And the fourth time when the power was cut and I was going to get Milk in the evening I heard a bullet sound, Even in the dim evening streets, I could recognize him anywhere. Fate kept weaving him into my everyday moments, and what felt like coincidence began to feel like something more... maybe even the beginning of a crush I never saw coming

I never believed in destiny, but seeing the same guy four times—each in the most unexpected places—makes me wonder if fate has a soft spot for me. Maybe it’s just coincidence… or maybe it’s the start of something more.

~to be continued~

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‎⚠️ CONTENT WARNINGS (IMPORTANT FOR TRUST)

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‎⚠️ Content Warning:

‎• Emotional themes

‎• Quiet heartbreak

‎• Family pressure

‎• Realistic life choices

‎• No toxic romance, no cheating

‎(No graphic content. Suitable for mature teens & adults.)