"Abhi, you're a good friend," you said, hoping your friendship wouldn't end. You looked at your mute friend Abhi, who had given you a handmade tiara. Abhi was a lonely child in your village, and no one played with him because he couldn't speak. He communicated through sounds and gestures.

You, on the other hand, were the daughter of the village sarpanch. Your friends thought you were sweet and cheeky. One day, you found Abhi near the lake, sitting alone and throwing pebbles into the water. You started talking to him, and you didn't mind his muteness. In fact, you thought it made him unique. Your other friends pushed you away because of your friendship with Abhi, but you didn't care. You were happy with him.

Abhi would bring you small flowers and tuck them behind your ear, making sounds and gestures that you couldn't understand. However, you could pick up on a few words. "I... marry..." were the only words you could make out. Everything was going fine until your father decided to leave the village for a better post and for your better studies.

Years passed, and your father became a successful politician. You grew up to be a beautiful young woman who loved to wear short dresses and party. One night, after a pub crawl, you were drunk and stumbling home with your friends. You crashed into someone's arms, and luckily, the man was kind. He took you to his car, smirking with an amused expression as he sat you in the backseat.

The next morning, all you could remember was the pub and the man with a sharp jawline and strong almond eyes, sporting an amused smirk.