Hey there, beautiful souls.

I’m Pallavi, and this story you’re about to read? It’s a piece of my heart — raw, nostalgic, and aching in all the right places. A story that’s lived inside me far longer than I can remember. A name that never left my thoughts. A feeling that never asked for permission before creeping into the silence of the night.

"Some names stay — not on paper, but in the pauses between heartbeats."

The Name I Never Forgot is not just a story of two people. It’s a story of time, distance, memories, and the way life sometimes leads us away from what we once believed was ours. It’s the bittersweet ache of growing up, the silent pull of a name whispered under your breath, and the unexpected way destiny can bring two forgotten souls back into each other’s orbit.

They weren’t lovers. Not yet.

They were childhood best friends — the kind that shared secrets behind walls, fought over silly things, and laughed without knowing they were creating the moments they'd later ache for.

Shaurya and Shreya.

Two hearts, two dreams, and one lane that connected their houses… and maybe their souls.

But life had different plans. Time didn’t pause when they did. New schools, shifting cities, lost phone numbers — and the kind of silence that doesn’t hurt at first… until one day, it does.

They grew.

She became strong, focused, with a smile that never gave away the cracks inside.

He became thoughtful, reserved, with eyes that searched every crowd for something — or someone — he couldn’t name.

Years passed. Faces changed. Priorities shifted.

But some names… they don’t go away. They sit in the corner of your heart, dusty but not forgotten. Waiting for the day they’ll be spoken again.

This story begins not with a meeting — but with the longing before it.

When Shaurya and Shreya find themselves in the same city again, it’s not fireworks. It’s slow recognition. A shadow of a memory. A flicker in a crowded café.

Because fate doesn’t scream. It whispers. And this story? It whispers through every almost, every missed moment, every “what if” they never dared to ask.

They’ve changed.

They have careers now. Responsibilities. People they might not love, but are expected to choose. They’re no longer just those kids who sat on rooftops dreaming of the stars.

They’re strangers…

With a history.

And sometimes, the most heartbreaking thing about love is that it doesn’t go away even when you pretend it has.

So before you step into Chapter One, just breathe in this feeling. Let your heart wander back to that one person who never really left.

Because this isn’t just a love story.

It’s The Name We Never Forgot.

...With love,...

...Pallavi...

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Time changes people. Faces, voices, choices…

everything. But sometimes, no matter how much time passes, a few names just stay — like a faded memory in an old photo, like a song you don’t remember learning but still hum when you’re alone

Shaurya and Shreya. Two names that once lived on the same street, in houses that shared a wall and hearts that shared a rhythm.

They were just kids back then. Playing hide and seek in the evening light, stealing mangoes from the neighbour's tree, fighting over who got the bigger piece of chocolate. Childhood was simple. So was love — quiet, innocent, unspoken.

But life doesn’t wait.

Shaurya’s father got transferred. They promised to stay in touch. One call became one message. One message turned into silence. Years passed. School changed. Cities changed. Friends changed.

And so, they changed too.

Shreya is 23 now. An aspiring interior designer, living in Mumbai, her life full of Pinterest boards, coffee deadlines, and half-finished dreams. She’s independent, bold, and rarely looks back. But sometimes, when the rain taps on her window just right, she remembers the boy with messy hair who used to save her from street dogs and give her his last piece of toffee. She doesn’t say his name aloud. But it lives quietly in a corner of her heart.

Shaurya is 24. He’s in Delhi, working in a corporate firm. Suits, spreadsheets, and small talk fill his days. But sometimes, when he walks past a swing in a park or smells ripe mangoes in summer, something stirs inside him — a name, a giggle, a pair of eyes he hasn't seen in years. He shakes it off. Life is too fast for memories.

They both grew up. They both moved on. Or so they believed.

Because growing up doesn’t mean forgetting. It just means hiding things better.

They don’t follow each other on Instagram. They don’t talk. They don’t even know what the other is doing now. But if someone says the name “Shreya,” Shaurya still pauses. And if someone says “Shaurya,” her heart still skips that half-second beat.

They chose their careers. Took different paths. Met new people. Laughed, cried, built dreams without each other.

But sometimes... names never really leave you.

They just wait.

Shreya never imagined she would think about him again. After all, the years had been long and filled with so much school graduations, family vacations, friends she could laugh with until dawn. She had moved forward. Or at least, she thought she had. But there were times, late at night, when the silence felt louder than the noise outside her window. Those were the moments when the memories crept in, gently, like a breeze in the dark...

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She would think of Shaurya then his crooked smile, his easy laugh. The way he used to make her feel safe even on the stormiest days. She remembered his hands, always a little too warm, always ready to hold hers when they crossed the street together. She never admitted it to anyone, but there was a part of her that always held on to that comfort. A small, secret part that wished for something she could never have again.

Shaurya, on the other hand, always told himself that he had outgrown her. That the girl with the innocent eyes and the too-big dreams was a memory best left behind. He never expected her to come back into his life. He didn’t want her to. He had built a life around work, around meetings and deals. There was no space for old feelings, no room for the past.

But it was in the quiet moments the kind you don’t notice at first that her name would float to the surface of his mind, like an old song you can’t quite forget. He would catch himself wondering if she was still out there, in some corner of the world, still laughing at the same silly jokes, still looking at life the way she used to. He told himself he didn’t care. But deep down, he wondered if she ever thought about him the way he thought about her.

Somewhere in the midst of their busy lives, the universe had a funny way of playing with the threads of fate, making sure that their paths would cross again — even if they didn’t want it to happen. They hadn’t realized it yet, but they were both still carrying pieces of each other with them, pieces that couldn’t be erased by time or distance.

And then, one day, out of the blue, the name they thought they had forgotten would find its way back to them. Not in a dream, not in a distant memory, but in a real, undeniable way.

They didn’t know it yet, but something was about to change.

_______to be continued_________

...Mumbai ...

big city, big dreams. And somewhere in that crowd, two hearts still remembered a name they never said out loud anymore.

Shreya had made her own little world here.

Interior designer by profession, lonely girl by heart. Her days were full of deadlines and client calls, her nights quiet with nothing but a laptop screen and cold coffee beside her bed.

She smiled when people called her “strong,” but deep down, she missed simpler times.

Times when laughter echoed from balconies.

When mangoes were shared in the afternoon sun.

When someone called her name not because they had work — but because they just wanted to talk.

That someone was Shaurya.

Childhood best friend. Neighbour. Her partner in every silly adventure. And now? A stranger lost in memories.

That evening, she walked into a café called Karma Beans. She had a client meeting that got delayed. So she sat by the window, earphones in, sipping coffee. Rain tapped on the glass slowly. The playlist was full of soft, romantic songs — the kind that remind you of someone you used to know by heart.

Far across the same road, Shaurya stepped out of a cab. He was in Mumbai for just three days office trip, conference work. He didn’t like the city much. Too fast. Too loud. But something about today felt… familiar.

He looked around. No idea what. No idea why.

“Let’s have coffee,” he mumbled to himself.

But just then, his phone rang. “Yes sir, I’m heading to the hotel now,” he said and turned, walking right past the café without even noticing it.

Inside, Shreya looked up for a moment.

A strange feeling passed through her.

She couldn't explain it  a weird flutter in her chest.

But she shook it off, thinking maybe she just needed sleep.

She went back to work.

Shaurya returned to the same road twenty minutes later. His meeting got postponed. He thought of going to that café again.

But Mumbai had other plans.

Suddenly, clouds burst open  the typical Mumbai baarish. Not soft or poetic, just wild and wet. Shaurya ran for shelter into a small bookstore beside the café.

And while wiping his wet sleeves, something hit him  not a memory exactly, but a feeling.

He didn’t say her name. But it was there, deep inside.

Shreya.

In the café, she stared out at the rain. Her fingers absentmindedly traced a drop on the glass.

And just like that, she whispered, “Shaurya…” so softly that even she didn’t realise it at first.

The waiter gave her a confused look.

She blinked, smiled awkwardly. “Sorry, nothing.”

Fifteen minutes later, she stepped outside.

He had just left the bookstore.

They crossed the same footpath.

Two strangers now.

One turned left. The other, right.

So close.

Almost.

Because some love stories don’t start suddenly.

Some take their time.

Some wait for the perfect moment.

They were in the same city.

Their past was waiting.

But their moment?

Not yet.

(Some stories can never be forgotten)

Will they meet each other and will be the same as they was?

Stay tuned!