◦•●◉✿First crush✿◉●•◦

𝗦𝗵𝗶𝘃𝗮𝗺, he was known as the quiet sports guy, always on the ground more than in classrooms, comfortable with movement more than words. 𝗜𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗶, She was different—one of the toppers, the sunshine of her group, the kind of girl who carried warmth wherever she went yet seems unapproachable by anyone. Two very different worlds sharing the same school, occasionally crossing paths, often finding each other in those brief, silent moments that somehow felt enough.

Shivam and Ishani liked each other since 11th standard. They were in different streams, living different timetables, passing through the same school but never the same classrooms. They never really spoke. They never had to. In assemblies, during games periods, in the rush of recess and the quiet of lunch breaks, their eyes would meet. Just for a moment. Enough to be noticed, enough to be felt. A small, unspoken crush grew quietly between them. Their friends saw it before they ever admitted it to themselves. Smiles, teasing, knowing looks—but nothing was ever confirmed. Neither denied, neither confessed. It stayed somewhere in between. Today is farewell. The last day of uniforms, corridors, shared silences. The kind of day that turns memories into goodbyes. Shivam knows that if he lets this day pass, he might carry the what if forever. So he decides to speak—not dramatically, not loudly—but honestly.

When their eyes met, it felt like 2 years of memories flashing, those hidden blush, admiration from afar, tiny hints.. All hitting at once. One of his friends nudges him forward or casually leaves him near her, giving him the chance to start the conversation himself.

He cleared his throat

𝗛𝗲𝘆, 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴..𝗯𝗲𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗶𝗳𝘂𝗹.... 𝗖𝗮𝗻..𝗖𝗮𝗻 𝗜 𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗸 𝘁𝗼 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗮 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝘂𝘁𝗲? 𝗦𝗵𝗶𝘃𝗮𝗺 𝗮𝘀𝗸𝗲𝗱

Unusual for someone as confid◦•●◉✿First crush✿◉●•◦

𝗦𝗵𝗶𝘃𝗮𝗺, he was known as the quiet sports guy, always on the ground more than in classrooms, comfortable with movement more than words. 𝗜𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗶, She was different—one of the toppers, the sunshine of her group, the kind of girl who carried warmth wherever she went yet seems unapproachable by anyone. Two very different worlds sharing the same school, occasionally crossing paths, often finding each other in those brief, silent moments that somehow felt enough.

Shivam and Ishani liked each other since 11th standard. They were in different streams, living different timetables, passing through the same school but never the same classrooms. They never really spoke. They never had to. In assemblies, during games periods, in the rush of recess and the quiet of lunch breaks, their eyes would meet. Just for a moment. Enough to be noticed, enough to be felt. A small, unspoken crush grew quietly between them. Their friends saw it before they ever admitted it to themselves. Smiles, teasing, knowing looks—but nothing was ever confirmed. Neither denied, neither confessed. It stayed somewhere in between. Today is farewell. The last day of uniforms, corridors, shared silences. The kind of day that turns memories into goodbyes. Shivam knows that if he lets this day pass, he might carry the what if forever. So he decides to speak—not dramatically, not loudly—but honestly.

When their eyes met, it felt like 2 years of memories flashing, those hidden blush, admiration from afar, tiny hints.. All hitting at once. One of his friends nudges him forward or casually leaves him near her, giving him the chance to start the conversation himself.

He cleared his throat

𝗛𝗲𝘆, 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴..𝗯𝗲𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗶𝗳𝘂𝗹.... 𝗖𝗮𝗻..𝗖𝗮𝗻 𝗜 𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗸 𝘁𝗼 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗮 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝘂𝘁𝗲? 𝗦𝗵𝗶𝘃𝗮𝗺 𝗮𝘀𝗸𝗲𝗱

Unusual for someone as confident as him