EPISODE - 2 The Line That Blurs
The storm outside had grown furious — the kind of rain that could drench your soul if you let it. But inside the lecture hall, it was silent. Still and dark...
The power had gone out fifteen minutes ago, plunging the already half-empty hall into deeper shadows. Emergency lights hadn't kicked in yet, leaving only the occasional flicker of lightning from the windows to trace their outlines in silver...
Isha Sharma
{She sat perfectly still.
Her hand — still held in his — betrayed her.}
Rahul Mehra
{His's hand had found Isha’s somewhere between a shared joke and a pause in conversation. At first, it was accidental — fingers brushing. Then it wasn’t.}
Now, their hands were fully entwined, and neither of them had acknowledged it aloud. They just... stayed...
Isha Sharma
{She could feel every heartbeat echo in her chest, loud and insistent, as if her body was trying to scream what her lips couldn’t. She could feel his thumb, faintly moving in slow, unconscious circles against her skin. Her breathing was shallower now, her body too still, like any sudden movement might cause her to shatter.}
Isha Sharma
(I should pull back...)
Isha Sharma
{But She didn't}
Rahul Mehra
You always talk this sweet,.{Rahul murmured, voice dipped in that velvet tone that crawled down her spine}
Rahul Mehra
Or I am just special...
His breath was close enough to make her skin stir, though he hadn’t moved all that much. Just… enough...
Isha Sharma
{She turned slightly toward him, forcing a scoff, hoping her tone didn’t betray the riot inside her.}
Isha Sharma
You’re definitely something. Still debating if it’s special or certifiably irritating...
Rahul Mehra
{He chuckled lowly, the sound curling around them like smoke.}
Rahul Mehra
Mm. Irritating, huh? So you’re saying you hold hands with all your irritants?
Isha Sharma
{She made a show of looking down, their hands still entwined in the shadows between them.}
Isha Sharma
Temporary lapse in judgment...
Isha Sharma
{she said, but her voice was softer now. Airier. Like the storm inside her had turned to rain, too.}
Rahul Mehra
{He leaned a little closer.}
Rahul Mehra
So if I moved away right now… you wouldn’t mind?
Isha Sharma
{she swallowed. Hard.}
Isha Sharma
{Her lips parted, but no words came out at first. And still — her fingers didn’t move.}
Rahul Mehra
{Neither did his}
Rahul Mehra
I think you like arguing with me...
Rahul Mehra
{Voice dipped in amusement and something else — something lower, huskier.}
Isha Sharma
I think you like making things complicated...
{she replied, barely above a whisper.}
Isha Sharma
{Her eyes found his in the dimness. It was hard to see him fully — just the shape of his jaw, the glint of his gaze, and the unmistakable pull between them.}
Rahul Mehra
I think you’re scared of what’s simple...
That did something to her...
Isha Sharma
{She inhaled sharply, like his words had reached deeper than they were supposed to. Like he’d touched a part of her she didn’t even know was exposed.}
Isha Sharma
Don’t psychoanalyze me, Rahul...
Rahul Mehra
I’m not. {he said.} I’m just… trying to understand why you’re still holding my hand...
The air shifted again, heavy and crackling. His thumb pressed just a little firmer into her skin, and it made her lips part without realizing. Her body wasn’t listening to her head anymore. Her pulse was louder than the rain...
Isha Sharma
I didn’t mean to… {she started, but the words faded.}
Rahul Mehra
{He leaned a fraction closer — not enough to cross a line, but just enough to tease the edge of it.}
Isha Sharma
{She could feel the heat of his body, the scent of him — rain-soaked cotton and something faintly musky.}
Rahul Mehra
“Isha,” {he said her name like it was fragile glass.} I’m serious...
That quiet confession — so unexpectedly raw — unraveled her a little...
And then… the emergency lights blinked on.
A harsh, dull yellow spilled across the room, sharp and unwelcome. The magic snapped like a twig under pressure. Reality returned with a vengeance...
Isha Sharma
{Isha jerked her hand away like she’d been burned.}
Rahul Mehra
{He blinked, his arm retreating to his side.} “Isha…”
Isha Sharma
{But she was already straightening in her seat, her expression guarded, the vulnerability buried again behind sharp eyes and a tighter posture.}
Isha Sharma
“What… what the hell was that?
Isha Sharma
{she said too quickly, her voice cracking just slightly. }
Rahul Mehra
{Rahul tilted his head, watching her.} You tell me...
Isha Sharma
{She stood up, crossing her arms as if trying to hold herself together.}
Isha Sharma
Do you… do you do this with every girl?
Isha Sharma
{she asked, her voice sharp now, cutting before it could tremble.}
Isha Sharma
The moody stares. The poetic lines. Holding hands in the dark. Is this, like, your thing? A new girl every semester to charm into temporary confusion?
Rahul Mehra
{He didn’t step closer. He didn’t smirk or say anything clever. His face had changed — no longer teasing, but still calm. Still maddeningly composed.}
Rahul Mehra
You really think that’s what this is?
Isha Sharma
What else should I think? {she snapped}
Isha Sharma
You’re always there. Always saying something that sounds like it belongs in a script. Looking at me like there’s some hidden plot I haven’t read yet. And then this…
Isha Sharma
{Her voice cracked as she gestured to the space where their hands had been.}
Rahul Mehra
I didn’t plan it...
Isha Sharma
But you didn’t stop it either. {she said, almost bitterly.}
Rahul Mehra
{He looked at her — really looked this time. Not like he was trying to get a rise out of her, not like he was amused. But like she’d said something that actually cut through. And beneath all the calm, there was something in his eyes — something real.}
Rahul Mehra
No... I didn’t stop it...
Isha Sharma
{She turned away, rubbing her arms like the sudden light had made the room colder.}
Isha Sharma
I shouldn’t have said that. {she whispered.}
Isha Sharma
(You made it feel like something it shouldn’t have been...)
Isha Sharma
{She shook her head, backing toward the door, breath hitching.} This was a mistake... {she whispered.}
Rahul Mehra
{Rahul didn’t stop her.
Didn’t reach for her.}
Rahul Mehra
{He just stood there, his hands curled into loose fists at his sides, jaw clenched tight, watching her walk away like he already knew what it would cost him.}
The storm outside had quieted. Now it was just rain — soft, persistent. As if even the weather had grown solemn...
Isha Sharma
{When She stepped out into the corridor, the air hit her like a slap. Cold. Real. She wrapped her arms around herself and moved fast, heels echoing in the empty hallway. Her chest was still heaving — not from the run, but from everything she’d left behind.}
Not a mistake.
It had felt real. Too real.
And that terrified her...
Isha Sharma
{She didn’t want to say those things — not like that. Not when his voice had turned serious, not when he’d looked at her like that. Not when it had all felt like something more than just flirtation or boredom or rivalry.}
It had felt like a beginning.
And she’d slammed the door on it...
Because the line between honesty and fear had blurred.
And she’d chosen fear...
Why did it feel like she’d just walked away from something she didn’t even realize she wanted?
Something that had finally felt like home in the dark...
Author
So What do you think going to happen next episode.
Author
1. Isha going to Confess
Author
2. Rahul going to Confess
Author
3. Someone new gonna enter
Author
4. Or nothing of those
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