Sparks Of Silence
Introduction
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Hii everyone Author her....
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This is a story about a girl and boy, actually many "girls" and "boys" – a college romance story with so many couples.
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But We are gonna main focus on our main leads. But that doesn't mean others will be ignored...
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As English isn't my first language, I hope you'll bear with me if I make any grammatical errors. Thank you for your patience...
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Let's get In a realm woven with tender glances and fluttering hearts, love bloomed in vibrant hues. Some souls found their perfect echo, melodies harmonizing into lifelong duets. Yet, amidst this symphony, notes of discord struck others. Crushes sparked like fleeting fireflies, some igniting into passionate flames, while others faded into wistful sighs. Breakups echoed like shattered glass, leaving behind poignant silences and lessons etched in tears. It was a world where the full spectrum of affection played out, a poignant dance of connection and separation, forever shaping the landscape of the heart...
Rahul Mehra
Hello everyone...
Rahul Mehra
My name is Rahul Mehra. I am 20 years old. I am in my 3 semester of college in Business Management...
Isha Sharma
Hii Everyone...
Isha Sharma
My name is Isha Sharma(FL). I am 19 years old. And I started my college life in 1 semester of Business Management...
arven deep
Hello everyone...
arven deep
My name is Arven Deep. I am 20 years old. I am in 3rd semester of business management. I am Rahul's bestfriend and also his hostal partner...
Ritika Sharma
What's up everyone...
Ritika Sharma
My Name is Ritika Sharma. I am younger sister of our Female Lead (Isha Sharma). I am in my high school. You guys gonna see me less in the beginning but the movement I gonna enter the college I will become your favourite character...
Anaya Thakur
Hello everyone...
Anaya Thakur
I am Anaya Thakur. I, and Rahul both know each other from very long time and I am also his cousin's best friend. I am on a drop after school and going to start collage next semester. And yes I have crush on Rahul for a long time, but he didn't know, but he's mine...
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That's all about our characters…
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Other characters will be introduced in story later...
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Be ready to feel Pain, Hate, Heartbreak and most importantly Love...
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Thankyou and I hope you are gonna love this Story...
Episode 1-The storm before the spark
The first day of monsoon in the city arrived with no warning. Dark clouds had taken over the sky by noon, and by the time students began flooding into the campus for their afternoon classes, the heavens had opened up. Raindrops fell in sheets, soaking everything, smudging chalk signs on walls, making the red-bricked buildings look darker, older. The scent of wet earth lingered heavily in the air, mixing with the sharpness of freshly brewed coffee from the nearby kiosk...
Rahul Mehra
{Rahul stood under the stone archway near the main academic building, his leather jacket slick with droplets and a frown etched onto his sharply cut face. He hated rain. It reminded him of things he didn’t care to remember — and worse, it ruined his mood.}
Rahul Mehra
Huh, Another day...
Rahul Mehra
{Second year of college had started with more work, more attention, and less excitement than the first. His circle had grown quieter — people either got into relationships or found internships or simply faded into their own worlds. Rahul, however, remained untethered, floating through his days with a swagger that hadn’t dimmed but had deepened with disinterest.}
Rahul Mehra
{That was until he heard footsteps splash through puddles behind him — hurried, uneven, and far too loud.}
Rahul Mehra
{He snapped, voice cool and curt.}
Isha Sharma
{The girl stopped short. She was soaked to the bone, her dark hair stuck to her face, and her white kurti clung to her body like second skin. She blinked up at him, annoyance flashing in her big brown eyes.}
Isha Sharma
{She shot back, brushing wet strands from her face.}
Isha Sharma
It’s not like you own the damn entrance...
Rahul Mehra
{Rahul raised a brow, stepping slightly to the side, though not enough to let her fully pass.}
Rahul Mehra
Freshers, {he muttered under his breath}. So full of opinions....
Isha Sharma
{She scoffed}. And seniors, so full of themselves...
Rahul Mehra
{He took a moment to really look at her now — not just the soaked clothes or the irritation in her tone, but the fire behind her eyes. Most freshers avoided talking to seniors like him. She didn’t even blink.}
Rahul Mehra
(Interesting...)
Isha Sharma
{She shoved past him with zero regard, her shoulder brushing against his as she darted toward the steps.}
Rahul Mehra
You’re welcome.{he called after her, smirking.}
Isha Sharma
I didn’t say thank you. {she replied without missing a beat.}
Isha didn’t believe in love at first sight — and if anyone had told her that her very first interaction with Rahul Mehra would be soaked in rain and attitude, she might’ve laughed. Or groaned...
She hated arrogant guys. She hated being late even more. And above all, she hated when people judged her before knowing a single thing about her...
Isha Sharma
{By the time she found her class, half the seats were filled. She slipped into the middle row, trying to ignore how cold and wet her clothes were.}
Random girl
Rough start? {A girl beside her asked kindly.}
Isha Sharma
You could say that. {Isha muttered, pulling her notebook from her bag.}
The professor entered, calling for silence — and just as the last whisper died down, the door at the back creaked open. Rahul walked in, completely dry now, in a fresh shirt and that same cocky grin...
Isha Sharma
(Fate couldn’t be this cruel...)
Rahul Mehra
{He scanned the room, eyes landing directly on her.}
Rahul Mehra
{And then took the seat directly behind her.}
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I am a new author and this is my first story so I hope you guys gonna like it...
The Storm Before The Spark - Part 2
Over the next few weeks, they ran into each other more than she’d have liked. Library corners, cafeteria lines, group events. He was everywhere — and he was always looking...
Sometimes with amusement, sometimes with a glint of mischief that made her stomach twist — not in a way she liked to admit.
Not only that, but they argued over music at a group meeting.
They bickered over who deserved the last samosa at the canteen.
They even competed in a dumb fresher-senior quiz night just to prove the other wrong.
And each time, the line between irritation and curiosity blurred a little more...
One rainy afternoon, Isha walked into the campus library, grateful for the temporary silence. The storm outside was growing, and most students had either fled to their hostels or were curled up in cafeterias...
Isha Sharma
{She moved through the maze of bookshelves and settled in a quiet corner — only to freeze.}
Rahul was already there...
Isha Sharma
(God, He's everywhere...)
Isha Sharma
(I can't even get some peace...)
Rahul Mehra
{Leaning back in his chair, headphones in one ear, a book in his hand — and that maddeningly smug expression the moment he noticed her.}
Isha Sharma
"Wow," {she muttered.} I can’t get rid of you, can I?...
Rahul Mehra
{He took out one earbud.} Miss me already?...
Isha Sharma
Keep dreaming...
Rahul Mehra
{He sat up, watching her as she dropped her bag onto the opposite chair.}
Rahul Mehra
You always talk this sweet, or am I just special?...
Isha Sharma
You’re definitely something. Just not sure if it’s special or just annoying...
Rahul Mehra
{He chuckled.} You know, I think you like arguing with me...
Isha Sharma
I Think you like assuming things...
Their eyes met across the table, and for a moment, there was no sound but the rain pelting the windows...
Isha Sharma
{ stood.} I have better things to do...
Isha Sharma
{She grabbed her bag and left without another word.}
But the rain outside had turned vicious. The walk from the library to the academic block was brutal — wind whipping at her face, her dupatta flying behind her, shoes sinking into puddles...
Isha Sharma
{She finally made it to the lecture hall, drenched and out of breath.}
It was almost empty. The storm had kept most students away...
Isha Sharma
(No, Not him again...)
Isha Sharma
(Why God why...)
Rahul Mehra
{Rahul sat at the back, long legs stretched out, flipping through his notes.}
Rahul Mehra
{He looked up the second she entered. And this time, there was no smirk.
Just something quiet in his gaze.}
Isha Sharma
{She walked past him slowly, dropping into the seat next to him — the only dry spot in the room.}
{Their breathing synced. The sound of thunder rumbling in the distance filled the space between them.}
Isha Sharma
{She turned to look at him.}
Rahul Mehra
{He was already looking at her.}
And then the lights flickered.
A loud crash of thunder.
The lights went out...
Isha Sharma
{In the sudden darkness, her hand brushed against his.}
Isha Sharma
{She didn’t move it.}
Rahul Mehra
{Neither did he.}
Their fingers, cold and wet, tangled without a word.
And yet, in that moment, the storm outside wasn’t nearly as loud as the one inside...
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