The sun had barely risen, but Siyara was already seated under the gulmohar tree. Her books were open, pages fluttering in the breeze, but her eyes weren’t reading.
They were guarding.
Across the quad, Yuvraj spotted her.
And for the first time in days—he didn’t walk up.
He sat on the steps nearby. Watching. Wanting.
But she didn’t look his way.
Yuvraj Singh Rathore.ML.
(thinking):
“She’s building a wall. And I put every brick there.”
.
Later, in class—
Siyara Banerjee.FL.
*She didn’t sit near him.*
Siyara Banerjee.FL.
*She didn’t glance back.*
Yuvraj Singh Rathore.ML.
*Even when he coughed. Even when he shifted loudly in his chair—nothing.*
It wasn’t indifference.
It was intentional silence.
The kind that spoke louder than shouting.
Abhinash Oberoi
(leaning over): “You’ve been quiet lately. You okay?”
Siyara Banerjee.FL.
(forcing a smile):
“Yeah. Just… clearing my head.”
Abhinash Oberoi
(gently):
“Take your time. I’ll be here if you need… space or distraction.”
Siyara Banerjee.FL.
*She appreciated that.*
But the fire in her chest wasn’t because of him.
.
Yuvraj, after class | Rooftop Bench
Yuvraj Singh Rathore.ML.
*He lit a cigarette. Let it burn halfway without taking a drag.*
Yuvraj Singh Rathore.ML.
(to himself):
“She doesn’t even look at me anymore.”
He hated it.
But part of him respected it.
She wasn’t a girl to chase.
She was a girl who needed to believe in someone before giving herself away.
And right now?
She didn’t believe in him.
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Nightfall | Siyara’s Bedroom
Siyara Banerjee.FL.
*She lay curled under the blanket, headphones in, music low.*
Siyara Banerjee.FL.
* She replayed it in her head.
The kiss.
The words.
The tears.*
Her lips still tingled. But her heart ached more.
Siyara Banerjee.FL.
(thinking):
“I don’t know how to feel this and still protect myself.”
But one thing was certain—
She wasn’t ready to forgive.
And she wasn’t ready to let him go.
Not yet.
Not ever.
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