Under the old neem tree at the edge of the school ground, Aarav waited every afternoon with a book he never really read. That was where Meera passed on her way home, her laughter light as the wind that stirred the leaves above them.
At first, they only shared quiet smiles. Then came small conversations—about favorite poems, cloudy skies, and dreams that felt too big to say out loud. Somehow, those few minutes beneath the tree became the best part of their day.
One evening, as the sun dipped low and painted the sky gold, Aarav finally spoke what his heart had been holding. He didn’t use big words or promises—just honesty. Meera listened, her eyes warm, and smiled in a way that made the world feel softer.
They didn’t need anything more than that moment. Two hearts, understood. Two paths, walking a little closer than before.
And every day after, the neem tree seemed to bloom just a little brighter.
