The Glimpse Through Her Balcony
Setting: Siyara’s Flat, Early Evening | Side Street Outside College
The auto rattled to a stop as the golden hour bathed the streets of Chandigarh in a soft glow. Siyara stepped out, adjusting the dupatta slung around her neck. A paper bag full of groceries hung from her arm, and her black watch reflected a little beam of sunlight as she walked up the steps toward her building.
Their small 1BHK flat wasn’t fancy, but it was home—full of warmth, love, and the comforting smell of her maa’s cooking.
Siyara Banerjee.FL.
*She unlocked the door, slipped off her shoes, and called out cheerfully.*
Siyara Banerjee.FL.
“Maa! I got the turmeric you needed!”
Paromita Banarjee.FL MOM.
(from the kitchen)“Good girl! Wash up and keep the rice ready. I’ll be done with the curry in ten!”
Siyara Banerjee.FL.
*Smiling, she slipped into her routine, tying up her hair, organizing the groceries, humming a Rabindra Sangeet under her breath.*
Aarush Banarjee.FL Elder Brother.
(from the living room):
“You took ages! I was about to eat the couch cushions.”
Siyara Banerjee.FL.
(laughing):
“You survive on maggi and memes. Don’t pretend you care about food.”
Aarush Banarjee.FL Elder Brother.
*He gave her a dramatic eye-roll, lounging on the sofa with his mech books spread out.*
Aarush Banarjee.FL Elder Brother.
“One day I’ll be a millionaire engineer and replace all your coffee with green tea.”
Siyara Banerjee.FL.
(mock horror):
“Blasphemy!”
Later, in her favorite oversized tee and cotton pants, she stepped onto the small balcony with a cup of steaming black coffee in hand. The wind played with her hair as she closed her eyes for a moment, soaking in the peace.
Yuvraj Singh Rathore.ML.
“You live here?”
Siyara Banerjee.FL.
*Her eyes snapped open.*
Yuvraj Singh Rathore.ML.
*He was standing below—beside his bike, black shirt unbuttoned at the top, helmet under his arm, an amused expression on his face like fate had thrown him the best surprise of the day.*
Siyara Banerjee.FL.
(startled):
“Yuvraj?! What are you doing here?”
Yuvraj Singh Rathore.ML.
(grinning):
“Calm down. I wasn’t following you. I have a friend nearby. But turns out, luck parked me right under your balcony.”
Siyara Banerjee.FL.
(raising an eyebrow):
“Or maybe your luck’s just nosy.”
Yuvraj Singh Rathore.ML.
(laughing):
“Could be. But hey, seeing you in that pink tee, sipping black coffee like a boss—it’s kinda cute.”
Siyara Banerjee.FL.
(blushing slightly):
“This is my chill outfit. Not for judgment.”
Yuvraj Singh Rathore.ML.
“Who said I’m judging? I kinda like the chill version better.”
Siyara Banerjee.FL.
*She looked away, hiding a soft smile behind her cup.*
Siyara Banerjee.FL.
“You should head back before someone thinks you’re here to cause trouble.”
Siyara Banerjee.FL.
(with a smirk):
“Too late for that. I already am trouble… just yours, specifically.”
Before she could respond, he put his helmet on and started his bike.
Yuvraj Singh Rathore.ML.
(looking up):
“Bye, Miss Banerjee. I’ll try not to get lost again… but no promises.”
He rode off, and Siyara stood still, staring at the empty street below.
And for the first time in a long time, she felt something stir quietly inside her chest—like maybe trouble wasn’t always a bad thing.
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