chaotic day

Dating Vardhan is like starring in the same daily soap that keeps restarting every morning.

Same hero. Same heroine. Same dialogues. Only difference? The hero forgets the script.

Our “routine” went something like this—

Step One: Vardhan walks into college, spots me, and asks, “Hi… do I know you?”

Step Two: I threaten to break his nose.

Step Three: Aarav intervenes with Buddha-level calm.

Step Four: Kabir laughs until he can’t breathe.

Repeat. Endlessly.

But in between all that chaos, there were tiny moments. Like how Vardhan always ended up walking me to class, even when he had no clue why. Or how he saved me the last samosa at the canteen without remembering he used to do that before. Or how he smiled—soft, genuine—like something in his heart recognized me, even if his mind didn’t.

“Yaar, this is crazy,” I muttered one afternoon, flopping down on the grass after class. Aarav sat beside me, opening his book like the nerd he was. Kabir sprawled on the other side, tossing pebbles into the air.

“What’s crazy?” Aarav asked, not looking up.

“That I have to make my own boyfriend fall in love with me every day,” I said dramatically.

Kabir snorted. “Free trial mode, Vansh. You should charge him subscription fees.”

I lobbed a pebble at his head. He ducked.

Vardhan arrived late, plopping down right next to me, close enough for his shoulder to brush mine. “Hey… Vansh, right?”

My heart melted instantly, traitor that it was. “Yes,” I sighed. “Your girlfriend. Again.”

“Hmm.” He nodded, then offered me his cold drink without a second thought. Like muscle memory. Like something deeper than his memory tied us.

And that was the problem. Even if he forgot, I couldn’t.

While I was lost in my thoughts, something strange happened on the other side of the grass. Aarav looked up from his book, his usually calm eyes catching Kabir’s for a second. Kabir froze—just for that heartbeat—before quickly looking away, chuckling at nothing, throwing another pebble too far this time.

“Oi, pay attention,” Kabir said, waving his hands exaggeratedly to cover the awkwardness. “We’re talking about Vansh’s fish-brain Romeo here, not my handsome face.”

Aarav blinked, expression unreadable, then went back to his book without a word.

I caught the exchange, my brows arching. Something was definitely brewing there, but Kabir, being Kabir, was pretending it didn’t exist.

“Anyway!” Kabir clapped his hands loudly, snapping the moment like it never happened. “Plan of the day: Vansh tries to remind Lover Boy here she’s his girlfriend. Again. Any new tricks?”

I groaned, lying flat on the grass. “At this point, I’m considering billboards.”

Vardhan laughed softly, his eyes fixed on me in a way that made everything else blur. “Even if I forget tomorrow,” he said, voice quiet but sure, “I think I’d still find you.”

For a second, even Kabir didn’t crack a joke. Even Aarav paused his reading.

And me? I just stared back, realizing maybe—just maybe—love wasn’t about remembering yesterday. It was about choosing each other today.

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