“After the Bell Rang”
Author's Note
Author
This isn’t a fairytale.
This isn’t filled with magical love confessions or picture-perfect moments.
Author
Ahaan had a crush. Not the dramatic kind — just the kind that lingers for years, quietly. And Vihaan? He was just... there. Until one day, he wasn’t.
Author
They meet again. Not as kids. But as a doctor and a CEO. And everything they didn’t say back then? It starts showing up in silences, glances, and late replies.
Author
I don’t know if this story will be loved. I don’t know if it’ll be remembered.
But I do know it’s honest. And maybe, just maybe, it’ll feel familiar.
Author
If you’ve ever had a crush that stayed longer than you expected…
If you’ve ever met someone years later and wondered “what if”…
Author
Then maybe, just maybe — you’ll feel this one too.
Author
I’m pouring emotions into this.
Not words.
Just… feel it.
Author
~A storyteller who once crushed hard too. 🩵
Ep 1
7:30 a.m.
The school compound is packed. Morning assembly.
Ahaana Sharma
*Her eyes? Fixed on the entrance.
Like she was waiting for someone.*
Advika Thakur (Fl bff)
Hey, Anu baby listen na , See today Sangeeta ma'am is looking damm pretty 😍
Ahaana Sharma
*She doesn’t respond. No jokes. No usual eye-rolls.*
Ahaana Sharma
*Her fingers are crossed.
Her heart? Loud. Way too loud for a regular morning.*
Ahaana Sharma
"Please, Baba… just today. Let him come. Please don’t let him skip today. Please… please… please…"
Vihaan Malhotra
*He walks in.
Not a hero moment. No wind. No dramatic entry.*
Vihaan Malhotra
Just a boy.
Short. Messy hair. Running — clearly late.
Ahaana Sharma
*Her eyes close.*
Ahaana Sharma
A tiny thank you slips out.
"Thank you, Bapaa."
He walks past her. Doesn’t look. Doesn’t say good morning.
Not like he used to in 5th.
Now they’re in 8th.
And somehow, they don’t talk anymore
Ahaana Sharma
Why? *whispers*
She doesn’t know.
Ahaana Sharma
*But she still smiled. Faintly.*
Like just seeing him was enough.
Classroom.
Three rows.
She’s in the girls’ lane. He’s in the boys’.
One row in between. Same desk — third. Two benches apart.
Ahaana Sharma
*She’s not looking.
But she knows.*
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