“What We Aren’t Saying"
Setting: Computer Lab | Late Afternoon
The classroom buzzed quietly with the rhythm of tapping keyboards and flickering screens. A weak winter sun filtered in through the glass windows, casting soft shadows across the room.
Siyara sat in the second row, sleeves pushed up, her brows slightly furrowed in concentration. Her notebook had clean, perfect code written in neat loops—organized, detailed, and so unmistakably her.
Abhinash Oberoi
(taking the seat beside her):
“You already solved this?”
Siyara Banerjee.FL.
(smiling lightly):
“Couldn’t wait around for you forever.”
Abhinash Oberoi
(chuckling):
“Damn. You make being a topper look too graceful.”
She laughed, but it didn’t linger in her eyes. She was polite. Kind. Present—but not attached.
From three rows behind, Yuvraj noticed too.
He hadn’t said a word since he walked in. His laptop was open, but untouched. His fingers hovered over the keys, unmoving. His eyes, however, had a mind of their own.
Siyara Banerjee.FL.
*She wasn’t doing anything unusual. Just focusing. Tucking her hair behind her ear. Answering a question with quiet confidence.*
But he couldn’t look away.
Yuvraj Singh Rathore.ML.
(thinking):
“Why the hell can’t I get her out of my system?”
Siyara Banerjee.FL.
*Siyara got up quickly, collecting her stuff with her usual quiet discipline.*
Abhinash walked beside her down the hallway, speaking about a new framework
Abhinash Oberoi
“If you’re free later, I can show you a faster way to render the UI on mobile.”
Siyara Banerjee.FL.
(pleasantly):
“Sure. Just text it.”
She wasn’t being distant. She was just… not involved. Not emotionally. Not the way Abhinash hoped. And not the way Yuvraj feared.
As she reached the parking lot, she spotted him.
Yuvraj Singh Rathore.ML.
*Leaning on his bike, scrolling his phone like he didn’t care.*
Siyara Banerjee.FL.
(hesitant):
“Waiting for someone?”
Yuvraj Singh Rathore.ML.
(without looking up):
“No. Just wondering why you’ve stopped looking at me.”
Siyara Banerjee.FL.
*She paused.*
Siyara Banerjee.FL.
“I haven’t.”
Yuvraj Singh Rathore.ML.
(meeting her gaze now):
“Exactly. That’s the problem. You look at me like I don’t mean anything.”
Siyara Banerjee.FL.
(quietly):
“Do you?”
Yuvraj Singh Rathore.ML.
*He stepped forward, slow, intense.*
Yuvraj Singh Rathore.ML.
“You already know the answer. You just don’t want to admit it.”
Siyara Banerjee.FL.
*She held her breath.*
There was no crowd. No drama.
Just two people. A single moment.
And everything left unsaid.
Siyara Banerjee.FL.
“Don’t make this harder than it needs to be.”
Yuvraj Singh Rathore.ML.
“I'm not the one lying to myself.”
He got on his bike and rode off.
She stood there, frozen.
Not because she didn’t care.
But because… maybe she did.
And that realization?
Terrified her more than anything else.
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