FOREVER,

FOREVER,IN ANOTHER LIFE

VARSHITHA MIRIYALA

Dear Reader,

Welcome to a story of love, loss, and the lessons that shape us. I hope you find pieces of yourself within these pages, moments that resonate and remind you of the beauty in both joy and heartache.

This book is a tribute to the connections that define us, even when they fade. I

wrote it for those who dare to love deeply and bravely, for those who understand that sometimes letting go is the hardest but most necessary act of love.

May you feel seen, understood, and embraced as you journey through these words.

"Some loves leave a mark, not because they lasted, but because they dared to begin."

Chapter 1: The Boy Next Door

Ruby was the kind of girl who embodied sweetness without

even trying. With her soft, round cheeks and a smile that lit up her face, she was affectionately nicknamed “Puffy Cake” by her close friends. She had a gentle beauty that felt comforting, like home—cute and understated, with expressive eyes that

conveyed every feeling she held within. Ruby was sharp and dedicated to her studies, always striving to meet the

expectations of her strict, conservative Christian parents. Her family was her anchor, and she respected their rules, though they often left her feeling sheltered. Ruby’s innocence and

charm held a quiet strength, a resilience she hardly noticed within herself, though it was clear to those around her.

The second-floor window of ruby's apartment had the best view of the world—or at least, that’s what she believed at

twelve years old. From that window, she could see the first- floor balcony of the boy who had recently moved into the

apartment below, Dhruv.

Dhruv was the kind of guy who effortlessly stood out, with a

magnetic charm that drew people in without him even trying. Tall, with a lean build and an easy going smile, he had that rare mix of intelligence and wit that made him popular among teachers and students alike. He was the class topper, yet he wore his intelligence lightly, never making others feel small.

Dhruv had a natural humour about him—quick with a joke or a witty comeback, he could lift any mood. At home, he was the ideal son: respectful, obedient, and responsible, especially

with his younger brother, who looked up to him. Dhruv’s family came first, and he held a deep respect for his Hindu traditions.

It was her friend Dolly who had introduced them, along with two other kids from the neighbourhood, making them a small circle of friends who would spend every spare minute

together. They quickly became inseparable, with days spent chasing each other through the building’s stairways, sharing snacks, and laughing until their stomachs hurt. Dhruv was the joker of the group, always making silly faces and daring

everyone to try wild tricks. He seemed to know just how to make everyone laugh, and ruby couldn’t help but feel that he made things just a little brighter. They are four children who are always together and lived like best friends.

She lived on the second floor. He lived on the first. Their

apartment building was home to countless families, but for her, it was the only place that mattered because of him. From the time she was in 12, her heart had quietly, almost secretly, belonged to him. There was something about the way he

moved through life—carefree, unbothered, always friendly but never too close. He treated her like a friend, and that’s all she was to him. But to her, he was so much more. Every time they passed each other in the hallway, her heart skipped a beat. She found herself lingering in places she knew he’d be, hoping for just one more moment, just one more smile.

One Friday evening, as they gathered outside for a game of tag, Ruby felt a familiar flutter in her chest whenever she caught sight of dhruv. He was off to the side, laughing with the others, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Ruby! You’re it!” Dolly shouted, breaking her reverie.

With a playful grin, Ruby dashed after her friends, laughter bubbling up as she chased them around. The joy of the

moment enveloped her, but in the back of her mind, she

couldn’t help but watch dhruv, who had taken a spot at the edge of the game, pretending to be too cool to participate.

“Come on, dhruv! You can’t just stand there!” Ruby called out, breathless and hopeful.

He shrugged, a teasing smile playing on his lips. “I’m

conserving my energy for the victory lap,” he replied, and she rolled her eyes, grinning back at him.

That night, Ruby lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling. She

couldn’t shake the feeling that something had shifted between them, a subtle change that made her heart race. They were still friends, yet the unspoken connection felt stronger, electric. As she drifted off to sleep, she couldn’t help but wonder if he felt it too.

To dhruv, ruby was a friend—perhaps even his closest friend.

But for ruby, things were different. Somewhere along the way, he had become more than a friend, though she never let it show. In her eyes, he was the boy she thought about when she was supposed to be studying, the one she’d sneak glances at when he wasn’t looking. For now, though, she kept these

feelings to herself. After all, he was just dhruv—the boy next door, her best friend, and the one who made her feel like she was right where she was meant to be.

But he never noticed. Not then.

Chapter 2: The Change in the Air

Everything shifted in the 8th grade, when they ended up in the same school. Now, it wasn’t just fleeting moments between

classes or casual greetings in the lobby. They saw each other every day. For the first time, he began to see her—not just as the girl from upstairs, but as something more. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but something about her had

changed. Or maybe, he was the one changing.

She noticed it too. The way he started looking at her, the way his eyes lingered just a little longer, made her heart race. But still, they said nothing. The unspoken words hung between

them like a thread—fragile, yet unbreakable.

though neither of them said a word about it. They carried their secret feelings in silence, both afraid to confess what had been growing between them for months.

One afternoon, as the group played a game of hand cricket in the courtyard, Dhruv stood next to ruby, a little closer than usual. She could feel the warmth of his arm brushing against hers as he handed her the makeshift bat, a light touch that made her pulse quicken.

“You’re up, ruby,” he said, his voice playful but gentle.

She looked up at him, their eyes locking for just a second longer than normal, and in that brief moment, the world

seemed to fall away. They were surrounded by their friends, but all ruby could hear was the sound of her heartbeat and the distant murmur of the crowd. She took the bat from him with a small, nervous smile, trying to keep her hands from shaking.

But it wasn’t just ruby who felt it. Dhruv found himself watching her more often, noticing little things he hadn’t before—the way she tucked her hair behind her ear when she was concentrating, or the way she bit her lip when she was nervous. He couldn’t stop himself from wondering how he had missed all of this before.

One day, during a celebration at school, the campus was buzzing with excitement. Students filled the auditorium,

cheering and laughing, while teachers and parents gathered at the back, watching the performances with pride. It was one of those carefree afternoons when everyone felt a little lighter, a little braver. Among them were Ruby and her best friend, sam, seated comfortably in the crowd, enjoying the show.

Suddenly, Ms. Sharma, their English teacher—a beloved figure known for her warm and playful nature—took the microphone. She scanned the students, her eyes landing on Ruby and sam, and broke into a smile.

“Ruby! sam! Why don’t you two come up here?” she called, her voice carrying over the crowd.

Ruby felt a jolt of nervous excitement, and she glanced at sam, who seemed just as surprised. The audience erupted into cheers and claps, encouraging them as they made their way up to the stage. Ruby could feel her cheeks warming, her pulse quickening. She hadn’t prepared for this—neither of them had—but there was something thrilling about being called to perform on a whim.

“Let’s see you both dance,” Ms. Sharma said with a wink, putting on a popular Hindi song that filled the auditorium with a catchy, upbeat rhythm.

Ruby and sam exchanged a quick, nervous smile before they began to move to the music, their steps uncoordinated but

lively. The audience was cheering them on, and in the

moment, they felt unstoppable. Ruby let herself get lost in the music, spinning and swaying with joyful abandon, her

laughter mingling with the beat of the song. For those few

minutes, it was just her, her best friend, and the music, and she felt completely free.

Dhruv was watching from the crowd, and something shifted within him as he watched Ruby dance. He had known her for years, but seeing her so carefree, so full of life, stirred something new inside him. She looked radiant, her laughter

filling the space between them, her movements full of energy and grace. He couldn’t take his eyes off her; every spin, every laugh seemed to draw him closer, his heart racing as if it were him on that stage with her.

In that moment, he realized he was seeing Ruby differently, perhaps for the first time. She was captivating, beautiful—and he felt himself falling, mesmerized by the girl who had always been there, though he’d never truly seen her until now.

When the song ended, Ruby and sam received a wave of

applause. Ruby stepped off the stage, her face flushed with

exhilaration, and caught Dhruv’s gaze in the crowd. She gave him a smile, feeling a hint of self-consciousness, but he smiled back, his expression soft, as though he was still captivated by her.

It was a moment neither of them would forget—a simple school celebration that had become so much more. And

though Ruby didn’t know it then, she had left an indelible mark on Dhruv’s heart that day.

Life at school was busier than ever, filled with exams, endless assignments, and stolen moments of fun. But amid the bustle, a secret blossomed—a secret that Ruby and Dhruv were thrilled to be a part of.

Their friend Sam had fallen for a boy in their class named Abhi. It had started as innocent admiration, a passing crush, but over time, it grew into something deeper. Sam couldn’t

stop talking about Abhi—about his quiet sense of humour, the way he scrunched his nose when he laughed, or how he

always seemed to know the answer in biology. For a while, Sam kept it to herself, but eventually, she confided in Ruby and Dhruv, her closest friends.

Ruby’s eyes sparkled with excitement at the idea of helping Sam. "This is perfect! We’ll make sure you two get some time alone without anyone noticing," she said, giving Sam a reassuring smile.

Dhruv, always ready for a little adventure, grinned. “Don’t worry, Sam. We’ve got your back. No one’s going to find out.”

Soon, Ruby and Dhruv found themselves coordinating quick, secret meetings for Sam and Abhi whenever they could— between classes, during lunch breaks, and even after school when most students had already left. They became masters of distraction, keeping other friends occupied, clearing the path, and making sure Sam and Abhi had their private moments to talk, laugh, and get to know each other better.

One day after school, Ruby and Dhruv arranged for Sam and

Abhi to meet in a quiet corner of the library. Dhruv kept watch

at the entrance while Ruby pretended to browse the books nearby, on the lookout for anyone who might intrude. Sam and Abhi sat at a small table near the back, talking softly, their faces glowing with shy smiles.

Ruby couldn’t help but feel a surge of happiness as she watched them. There was something so pure and sweet about young love, the way it felt both exciting and terrifying. She

caught Dhruv’s eye across the library, and they shared a knowing smile. Helping Sam and Abhi gave them a sense of purpose, a shared mission that drew them closer together.

As the days went by, Ruby found herself becoming more and more invested in Sam’s happiness. She marvelled at how Sam seemed to light up when Abhi was around, and she and Dhruv would exchange glances, silently cheering for their friend’s blossoming romance. It was a secret they kept close to their hearts, and somehow, it made Ruby and Dhruv’s friendship feel even stronger.

But for Dhruv, watching Sam and Abhi’s budding relationship stirred something inside him. It reminded him of how he had felt seeing Ruby dance that day at the school celebration, how he had fallen for her without even realizing it. He wondered if Ruby had any idea what she meant to him, if she could sense the feelings he held just beneath the surface.

For now, though, they focused on their mission—two friends on a secret quest, helping their friend find love, all while their own unspoken bond deepened with each passing day.

Chapter 3: The Summer of First Love

By the summer of 9th grade, the tension between Ruby and Dhruv had built to a point where it felt almost tangible, wrapping around them like a warm, heavy blanket. They had danced around their feelings for months, sharing laughter and glances that lingered just a moment too long, both fully aware of the emotions simmering beneath the surface. Yet, in a way, it had become a comfortable routine, a game of unspoken words and secret smiles.

Then one hot summer evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink, they found themselves sitting on the rooftop of their apartment building. The cool breeze offered a reprieve from the heat, and they shared stories and dreams, their laughter mingling with

the sounds of the city below.

After a moment of silence, Dhruv turned to Ruby, the weight of his feelings finally pushing him to speak.

“I think I like you... more than just a friend,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper, but it hung in the air like a

declaration.

Ruby’s breath caught in her throat. She had imagined this

moment countless times, rehearsing her response in her mind. Yet, when it finally came, she found herself speechless. The world around them faded into the background as she searched

his eyes for sincerity, for assurance. After what felt like an

eternity, she managed to nod, her heart racing wildly. She tried to act cool, to play it off as though this was just another day, but inside, her emotions were a whirlwind—a mix of joy, disbelief, and relief.

A few days later, they officially became a couple. It was everything she had dreamed of... or so she thought - the

butterflies in her stomach, the stolen glances in class, and the gentle brush of their hands as they walked side by side. Their friends cheered for them, especially Sam, who had been there through every awkward moment and secretive glance.

The first few weeks were magical. They spent lazy afternoons exploring the city, hand in hand, visiting, and laughing until

their sides hurt. Ruby felt alive in a way she never had before, and Dhruv couldn’t help but bask in her joy. They shared their favourite music, had late-night conversations about their

dreams, and even snuck into movie theatres, giddy with the thrill of being young and in love.

One crisp January morning, a heavy blanket of snow covered the ground, transforming their neighbourhood into a winter wonderland. Ruby and Dhruv joined their friends for a snowball fight, the air alive with laughter and playful shouts.

“Watch out, Ruby!” Dhruv yelled, ducking just in time as she threw a snowball his way. The playful competition brought them closer, and Ruby could hardly contain her glee as Dhruv tackled her into a mound of soft snow.

“Okay, okay! You win!” she laughed, trying to catch her breath.

“Not yet! There’s still one more round!” he teased, launching another snowball at her.

Afterward, they all gathered at a nearby park, breathless and rosy-cheeked from the cold. As they warmed up with hot

chocolate, Ruby couldn’t help but steal glances at Dhruv, who was animatedly recounting the snowball fight, his laughter infectious.

“Ruby, you should totally join the soccer team! You’d be awesome!” Dhruv said, his eyes sparkling.

“Me? I’ve never played!” she replied, feeling a mix of excitement and apprehension.

“You should try! I’ll be there to cheer you on,” he said with sincerity.

His encouragement filled her with warmth, igniting a sense of possibility within her.

A few weeks later, the school organized a picnic at a nearby park, an event every student looked forward to. The

excitement buzzed in the air as everyone prepared their favourite snacks, and Ruby and her friends were no exception.

“Are you ready for the picnic?” Sam asked, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm.

“I can’t wait! I packed some sandwiches and mango pickle,” Ruby replied, grinning.

On the day of the picnic, the sun shone brightly as the students arrived, bringing with them a kaleidoscope of colours and laughter.

Once they reached the park, their teachers organized games— everything from tug-of-war to sack races. Ruby felt a surge of joy as she watched Dhruv and Abhi compete in a spirited tug-of- war match, the boys’ faces turning red with effort.

As Dhruv pulled with all his might, their eyes met, and for a moment, the rest of the world faded away.

After the games, they spread out their mats under a sprawling banyan tree, sharing their homemade treats. Ruby handed Dhruv a sandwich, their fingers brushing again, sending butterflies fluttering in her stomach.

“Thank you, my sandwich queen,” he teased, taking a big bite.

As the sun began to set, casting a golden hue over everything, the friends settled down to play charades. Ruby felt a thrill of competition as they formed teams, Dhruv playfully acting out

exaggerated motions while Ruby laughed so hard she nearly fell over.

“Guess what I’m doing!” Dhruv shouted, making wild gestures.

“Are you trying to fly like a bird?” Ruby guessed, her laughter contagious.

“No, I’m swimming!” he replied, diving dramatically, making everyone roar with laughter.

The joy of the day filled Ruby’s heart, and she realized how grateful she was to share moments like these with Dhruv.

It had been just a few days since she had accepted his proposal, and every moment felt electrified, charged with a newfound warmth that made her heart flutter.

“Can you believe we’re actually together now?” Ruby asked, stealing a sidelong glance at him, her cheeks warming at the thought. “It feels like a dream.”

Dhruv chuckled softly, his smile contagious. “It definitely feels like one. I mean, you actually said yes! I thought I’d have to beg you for ages.”

“Maybe I just wanted to keep you on your toes,” she teased, bumping her shoulder playfully against his.

He grinned, shaking his head as they continued walking, their fingers brushing against each other, sending shivers up her spine. The world around them faded as they focused solely on each other, the laughter and chatter of fellow students becoming a distant echo.

Suddenly, Dhruv stopped and turned to face her, his expression serious yet soft. “Ruby, I know we’re young, and maybe this is all new and scary, but I want you to know that I care about you. A lot.”

Her heart swelled at his words. “I care about you too, Dhruv. You have no idea how happy I am to be with you.”

He stepped closer, the space between them shrinking, and in that moment, everything felt right. The nervousness faded, replaced by a sense of belonging. Dhruv reached out, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear, his fingers lingering

against her cheek.

“You’re beautiful, you know that?” he murmured, his eyes searching hers.

Ruby’s breath hitched, her heart racing. “You’re just saying that.”

“No, I mean it. You light up the room, and I can’t believe I get to call you mine.”

A shy smile spread across her face, and before she could think twice, she leaned in, capturing his lips in a soft kiss. It was hesitant at first, their lips barely brushing, but then Dhruv deepened it, wrapping his arms around her waist, pulling her closer. It felt electric, like a spark igniting the air between

them.

When they finally pulled away, both breathless, Ruby rested her forehead against his. “Wow,” she whispered, a giggle

escaping her lips.

“Wow, indeed,” he replied, his voice low and playful, a

glimmer of mischief in his eyes. “And we’re only just getting started.”

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden glow around them, they found a secluded bench beneath a flowering tree, their favourite spot. They settled close

together, their shoulders touching, their fingers intertwined. The soft rustling of leaves and the distant chirping of crickets created a serene backdrop as they exchanged stories, dreams, and laughter.

“Tell me your biggest secret,” Ruby challenged, a playful glint in her eye.

Dhruv laughed, feigning contemplation. “Hmm, that I might be a terrible dancer?” He raised an eyebrow, a teasing grin on his face.

“Oh, come on! That’s not a secret,” she giggled, nudging him. “I already knew that.”

“Fine, then. My real secret is that I can’t imagine my life without you now,” he admitted, the playful tone slipping away as sincerity took its place.

Her heart fluttered at his words, warmth spreading through her. “Dhruv, that’s… really sweet. I feel the same way.”

In that moment, it was as if the world around them vanished, leaving just the two of them—two kids in love, dreaming of a future filled with possibilities. They spent the rest of the

evening wrapped up in each other’s laughter, sharing stolen kisses and whispered promises, unaware of the challenges that lay ahead.

For now, all that mattered was this moment, and as Ruby rested her head on his shoulder, she knew she was right where she belonged.

Chapter 4: The Festival of Lights

As summer gave way to monsoon, the neighbourhood prepared for the upcoming Diwali festival, the Festival of Lights. Excitement filled the air as families decorated their homes with colourful rangoli patterns and twinkling lights.

One evening, Ruby and Dhruv set out to help decorate Ruby’s

apartment, their spirits high. They carried packets of marigold flowers and strings of lights, ready to transform the space.

“Let’s make the best rangoli ever!” Ruby declared as they spread coloured powders across the porch. They chatted

animatedly, sharing stories of their favourite Diwali memories as they crafted intricate patterns.

“Remember that time you got a sparkler stuck in your hair?” Dhruv laughed, recalling one of their childhood mishaps.

“Ugh, yes! You were supposed to help me, not laugh!” Ruby giggled, her cheeks flushed with laughter.

They worked side by side, their creativity flowing. As they finished the rangoli, Ruby stepped back to admire their work. “It looks amazing!” she beamed.

“Just like us!” Dhruv joked, winking at her.

As night fell, they lit diyas and placed them around the porch, their warm glow illuminating the darkness. Ruby’s heart

swelled with happiness as she glanced at Dhruv, his face lit by the flickering light.

“This is the best Diwali ever,” she said softly.

“Agreed. But I think spending it with you makes it even better,” Dhruv replied, looking sincere.

They shared a moment of silence, the beauty of the festival surrounding them, and Ruby felt a sense of belonging that was hard to describe.

In that moment, Ruby felt a profound connection that

transcended their cultural differences, a warmth that wrapped around them like a comforting blanket. They shared a moment of silence, the beauty of the festival enveloping them, and

Ruby was overcome with a sense of belonging that was hard to describe.

“Isn’t it amazing?” Ruby mused, gazing at the lights adorning the neighbourhood. “How Diwali brings everyone together, regardless of their beliefs?”

Dhruv nodded, his expression thoughtful. “Yeah, it’s about

celebrating light and joy, right? I love that we can share this together.”

Ruby smiled, appreciating his open-mindedness. “And I love how we get to blend our traditions. Maybe next year, I can show you how we celebrate Christmas.”

“I’d love that,” Dhruv said, his eyes twinkling. “And maybe you can help me make a proper rangoli next Diwali!”

You know what Rubes…If stars would fall everytime I would think of you, the sky would soon be empty.

She replied Then I’ll be your light, so you’ll never have to look up at an empty sky.

She smiled, her cheeks turning a soft shade of pink as she looked at him, a bit taken aback. “You’re really something, you know that?” she murmured, her eyes sparkling. “I didn’t know someone could think about me that much.”

He looked at her, his gaze softening as he spoke. “Can’t help it,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “You’re always on my mind, even when I don’t mean to. It’s like the stars just know.”

They both laughed, their friendship fortified by the shared experiences and the promise of future celebrations. As they settled into a comfortable silence, surrounded by the warm

glow of diyas, Ruby felt grateful for the bond they shared—a bond that, like the festival itself, celebrated the beauty of diversity and togetherness.

Chapter 5 : The Weight of Expectations

For a while, things were perfect. Ruby and Dhruv shared laughter that echoed through their hallways, secrets that felt lighter when spoken aloud, and countless hours spent in each other’s company, their closeness a cocoon of warmth. Their

connection was deep and effortless, a beautiful dance of shared dreams and whispered hopes.

But as the months rolled on, the shimmer of their relationship dulled, and cracks began to form in their once-perfect union.

It wasn’t that Dhruv didn’t care; he did, deeply. However, his lack of experience in love was becoming increasingly

apparent. He often forgot to reply to her texts for hours— sometimes even days. While Ruby poured her heart into their conversations, eager to share the little details of her day, he would often be too busy with his friends or engrossed in his phone, lost in a world that didn’t include her.

“Dhruv, what are your plans for your birthday?” Ruby asked one afternoon, her excitement bubbling as she thought about how she wanted to celebrate this special day with him.

“Nothing much, just hanging out with the guys,” he replied dismissively, his eyes glued to the screen of his phone as he scrolled through social media.

She hesitated, then said, “What if we do something together? I could bake you a cake, and we could go to that new bakery downtown. It would be fun!”

Dhruv shrugged, his disinterest palpable. “Sounds okay, but I’m not really in the mood for anything big. Just a chill day, you know?”

Ruby felt a pang in her chest. “Are you sure? I really want to make it special for you. You mean a lot to me.”

“Thanks, but I’m good,” he said, brushing off her enthusiasm with an indifferent wave of his hand. The words felt like a heavy weight on her heart.

Disappointment settled in, a familiar ache that began to feel like a constant companion. Ruby tried to shake it off,

convincing herself that maybe he just wanted to keep it low- key. But the flicker of hope she had felt moments before dimmed rapidly.

The days leading up to Dhruv’s birthday were filled with a gnawing sense of unease. She kept waiting for him to come around, to show even a hint of excitement for the plans she

had tried to create. Instead, his indifference only deepened the cracks in their relationship.

On the morning of his birthday, Ruby baked a chocolate cake, pouring her heart into every stir of the batter. She couldn’t help but imagine his face lighting up when he saw it, the joy

that would come from sharing that moment together. After school, she planned to surprise him at his house, cake in hand, but as the hours passed, her excitement turned to anxiety.

When she arrived at his apartment, she could hear laughter from inside. Peering through the window, she saw Dhruv surrounded by a group of friends, the energy electric as they played video games and exchanged jokes. The sight twisted in her stomach—this was the celebration he had chosen over her.

Taking a deep breath, she knocked on the door. Dhruv opened it, surprise flickering across his face before he quickly masked it with a casual smile. “Hey, Ruby! What’s up?”

“Happy birthday!” she said, forcing a smile as she held out the cake. “I wanted to celebrate with you.”

He glanced back at his friends, uncertainty crossing his features. “Thanks! But we’re just hanging out, you know? Maybe another time?”

Her heart sank at his lack of enthusiasm. “I thought… maybe we could take a break and just enjoy this together.”

“Honestly, it’s not a great time,” he replied, his tone light, but his eyes told a different story—he wasn’t interested.

Ruby’s heart raced with disappointment. “Oh, okay. No worries, I just thought—”

“Maybe later?” he interrupted, shrugging as he stepped back to rejoin his friends.

Feeling small, she nodded, the words dying on her lips. “Sure, I understand. Happy birthday again.”

As she walked away, cake still in hand, tears threatened to spill over. The love she had once felt so sure of began to feel uncertain, as if it were built on sand rather than solid ground.

Each unanswered message and missed opportunity felt like another grain slipping through her fingers, leaving her with nothing but doubt.

The shadows lengthened as she made her way home, the laughter of his friends echoing in her mind.

Was she asking too much? Should she just be happy with whatever he could offer?

The warmth they had shared felt like a distant memory, replaced by a growing sense of loneliness.

In the quiet of her room, Ruby sank onto her bed, feeling the weight of expectations—hers and his—heavy on her chest.

Would their love be enough to weather the storm, or was she simply holding on to a dream that was slowly drifting away?

“In the silence of his absence, I learned the weight of longing—a heavy reminder that sometimes the loudest echoes come not from words spoken, but from the void left behind."

Chapter 6: The Distance Between Us

At first, Ruby brushed it off as typical teenage behaviour— maybe he was just preoccupied with school or hanging out

with his friends. But as time went on, Dhruv’s actions grew more pronounced, more hurtful. It started with subtle changes:

a lack of enthusiasm when they met, the way he would often glance away when she spoke, and the uncomfortable silence that would hang between them like an uninvited guest.

One day, she entered the cafeteria, her heart racing with

anticipation, only to find him sitting with a group of friends. As she approached, excited to share a funny story from her day, she noticed him looking at her for a split second before

turning back to his friends, laughter erupting from their table. He didn’t even glance her way as she walked past, her heart sinking with each step.

“Hey, Ruby!” Dolly called out, pulling her into a conversation about their weekend plans, but Ruby’s mind was elsewhere, fixated on the way Dhruv had acted. It felt like he was actively avoiding her, like she was a ghost haunting his everyday life.

Days turned into weeks, and the distance between them widened. Dhruv would leave the room when she entered, opting to retreat to the other side of the hall rather than greet her. In class, he’d sit with his friends, laughing and joking, while Ruby felt like an outsider looking in. It was as if he was making a statement—one that said she no longer mattered to him.

“Is everything okay with you and Dhruv?” Dolly asked one

afternoon as they sat on a bench under the shade of a banyan tree, the sun casting dappled shadows across their faces.

Ruby sighed, her heart heavy. “I don’t know. It feels like he’s not even trying anymore. I’m the only one who wants this relationship.”

“Have you talked to him about it?” Dolly suggested gently.

“What would I even say?” Ruby replied, her voice tinged with frustration. “Every time I try, he just acts like it’s no big deal. Like I’m making a mountain out of a molehill.”

The sense of isolation grew stronger with each passing day. Ruby felt like she was chasing a ghost, a memory of the boy who had once filled her life with joy and laughter. The

moments they had shared, once vibrant and filled with warmth, now felt like echoes of a time that had slipped away from her grasp.

It hurt to see him laughing with others while she stood by, an unwelcome spectator in their lives. She tried to reach out, to bridge the gap that was widening between them, but each

attempt felt more futile than the last. Dhruv would respond with short answers, or worse, he would simply nod and then turn his attention back to his friends, leaving her feeling even more in visible.

One day after school, Ruby decided she couldn’t hold her feelings in any longer. She found Dhruv sitting on the steps outside their school, laughing with his friends. Taking a deep breath, she approached him, her heart pounding in her chest.

“Can we talk for a minute?” she asked, trying to sound casual, even though her voice trembled slightly.

“Uh, I’m kinda busy,” he replied without looking up, his focus still on his friends.

Her heart sank. “It’s important.”

He finally turned to her, his expression unreadable. “Okay, but make it quick. We have plans.”

As she tried to voice her feelings—the confusion, the pain of being ignored—she felt small under his indifferent gaze. “It just seems like you’re not as interested in our relationship

anymore. I feel like I’m the only one putting in effort.”

His eyes widened briefly, and for a moment, she thought she saw a flicker of something—guilt, maybe? But it quickly vanished, replaced by a nonchalant shrug. “I’m just busy,

Ruby. It’s not a big deal.”

To him, it wasn’t a big deal. But to her, it was everything.

Each word felt like a blow to her heart, a confirmation of her worst fears. As she stood there, vulnerability laid bare, she realized just how far apart they had drifted.

“I guess I just wanted to know if you still want this… us,” she said quietly, her voice barely above a whisper.

Dhruv hesitated, and for a moment, Ruby thought he might say something meaningful. But instead, he looked away, his friends calling him back into their world. “I don’t know, Ruby. I guess we’ll figure it out.”

With those words, he dismissed her once again, leaving her standing there in a whirlwind of emotions—confusion, hurt,

and a deep-seated fear that maybe this was the end of what they had.

As she walked away, Ruby felt a sense of loss settling in her chest. The weight of unreciprocated love began to suffocate her spirit, and the realization hit her hard: she was clinging to a relationship that Dhruv didn’t seem to value anymore. And

deep down, she knew she deserved more than this—more than a love that felt so one-sided.

Chapter 7: The Silent Goodbye

By the time their 10th-grade exams rolled around, Ruby felt as if she were living in a world wrapped in fog—a world where Dhruv was nothing but a faint memory. What had started as a bright, vibrant connection had deteriorated into an agonizing silence. Their relationship had become a ghost of what it once was, an echo of laughter and warmth that

lingered in her heart but had vanished from reality.

As the weeks passed, Ruby tried to hold on to the threads of their relationship, desperately waiting for a message, a call— anything that would break the suffocating silence. She would glance at her phone, half-hoping that a notification would

light up the screen with his name. But there was nothing. No late-night chats, no shared memes, no spontaneous plans to meet after school—only the empty space he had left behind.

She replayed every conversation, every moment they’d shared, trying to figure out what went wrong. Was it the day she confronted him about his indifference? Had she scared him off with her vulnerability? Or was it simply that he had moved on, leaving her to navigate the murky waters of heartache alone? The more she thought, the more confused she became, and the answers eluded her like wisps of smoke.

One afternoon, Ruby sat on the steps of her apartment building, watching the neighbourhood children play. The

laughter around her felt like a stark contrast to the heaviness in her heart. It was Diwali again, and the air was filled with

the scent of sweets and the sound of crackers exploding in the

distance. Families were gathering, sharing joy and celebration, while she felt trapped in a bubble of solitude.

“Hey, Ruby!” Dolly's voice broke through her thoughts, pulling her back to reality. She joined Ruby on the steps,

concern etched on her face. “You’ve been really quiet lately. What’s going on?”

Ruby sighed, brushing a stray tear away before it could fall. “It’s Dhruv. I don’t know what happened. One day he was there, and the next, he just… disappeared. I feel like I’m losing my mind trying to figure it out.”

Dolly put an arm around her shoulder. “Have you tried talking to him? Maybe he’s going through something.”

“I’ve tried, but he doesn’t respond. It’s like I don’t exist to him anymore.” Ruby’s voice cracked, the weight of her

emotions spilling over. “I miss him, Dol. I miss us. I keep hoping that he’ll come back, that he’ll reach out and explain. But it’s been months… I don’t know if I can keep waiting.”

The silence that followed was heavy, filled with the unspoken words that Ruby couldn’t bring herself to voice. The truth was, every day without Dhruv felt like a small death, a piece of her heart breaking with each sunrise that didn’t bring him back.

As Diwali night descended, the neighbourhood transformed into a canvas of lights and colours, the bright diyas

illuminating every corner. Ruby found herself standing at her window, watching as families lit up their homes, laughter spilling into the night. But even the beautiful festival felt dim without Dhruv by her side.

Then, in a moment of longing, she reached for her phone.

With trembling fingers, she typed a message, her heart pounding as she hesitated over the send button. “Hey, Dhruv.

It’s been a while. I hope you’re okay.”

After hitting send, she stared at the screen, willing it to light up with a response. Seconds stretched into minutes, and just as she began to lose hope, the notification chimed.

She held her breath as she opened the message, only to find it was from a friend in their group chat—nothing from Dhruv.

Disappointment washed over her like a tidal wave, and she felt the familiar sting of tears.

That night, as the fireworks crackled and burst in the sky,

Ruby lay in bed, overwhelmed by the ache in her chest. She closed her eyes, imagining what it would be like if he were there beside her, sharing in the celebrations, his laughter

ringing through the air. But the fantasy faded as quickly as it came, leaving her in the stark reality of her loneliness.

Days turned into weeks, and the heavy silence continued. Dhruv didn’t respond to her message, and with each passing day, she felt herself slipping further away from the person she had once been—happy, vibrant, full of dreams. Now, all she could see were shadows of what could have been.

Just when Ruby thought she couldn’t endure the heartache any longer, the world was suddenly thrust into chaos. The

COVID-19 pandemic arrived, turning life upside down and cancelling their final exams. The school buzz that once filled

the hallways was replaced with the eerie silence of lockdown, and the familiar rhythm of their lives was disrupted.

As she sat in her room, scrolling through social media, the news was all around: schools would remain closed, and exams were cancelled. The reality sank in, leaving Ruby feeling lost amidst the uncertainty. What was supposed to be a significant milestone—an end to their school years—had dissolved into a void.

With nothing but time on her hands, Ruby became consumed by her thoughts of Dhruv. Would this situation bring them back together? Would he reach out now that they were all confined to their homes? Hope flickered within her, igniting a longing for the connection they had shared.

But days turned into weeks of isolation, and the silence grew heavier. The world outside was moving on, but Ruby felt

trapped in a limbo, caught between memories of what was and the bleak reality of what was now.

Eventually, as she tried to adapt to online classes, Ruby threw herself into her studies, determined to focus on something other than the aching absence of Dhruv. She poured over her books late into the night, trying to drown out the chaos of her heart. But every time she thought of the future, the vision of

them together faded, replaced by the gnawing fear that he was lost to her forever.

As the months dragged on, the emotional rollercoaster left Ruby exhausted. Every notification made her heart race, but none brought the message she longed for. Dhruv had become a ghost in her life, an unanswered question that hung in the air, waiting for closure that seemed ever elusive.

Finally, the end of the school year approached, and Ruby realized that their story, once so full of promise, might be

over. As she scrolled through photos of their classmates

celebrating virtually, the truth settled in like a heavy cloak: sometimes, love isn’t enough to keep two people together, especially when one has already walked away.

They say time heals, but every day without him feels like a wound that never close, she says to herself.

Chapter 8: A New Dawn

Ruby sat at her desk, the glow of her laptop screen

illuminating her cluttered room. Her textbooks lay sprawled across the surface, a jumble of notes and papers that seemed to mirror the chaos in her mind. It had been months since Dhruv had stopped talking to her, and the silence felt like a heavy blanket, suffocating and all-consuming.

At first, it felt like the world was upside down. She missed their late-night chats and the way he could make her laugh with just a silly face. But as the days turned into weeks and then months, something shifted inside her. She realized she couldn’t keep living in the shadow of what they had.

One afternoon, while cleaning out her phone’s gallery, Ruby stumbled upon an old photo of them. They were grinning at the camera, the sunlight filtering through the trees behind

them. That picture brought back a flood of memories—happy ones. It made her smile, but also reminded her of the ache in her heart.

“I can’t keep doing this,” she murmured to herself, staring at the screen. “It’s time to let go.”

That evening, Ruby pulled out her dusty journal, which had been tucked away for too long. She flipped to a new page and began to write, her thoughts spilling out onto the paper.

Dear Journal, she wrote, Today, I realized that moving on doesn’t mean I have to forget about Dhruv. It means I accept what happened and let it be a part of my past. I can’t keep waiting for someone who has decided to walk away.

As she wrote, a sense of relief washed over her. The act of putting her feelings into words felt cathartic, like she was shedding a heavy layer of sadness.

The next day, she decided it was time for a change. Ruby

called Dolly, her best friend, and suggested a weekend trip to a nearby hill station. “Let’s get out of here and do something fun!” she said, her excitement bubbling over.

“Are you sure? What if it’s too much?” Dolly asked, sounding a bit concerned.

“I need this, Dol. I can’t just sit around feeling sorry for myself. I want to feel alive again!” Ruby replied,

determination in her voice.

When they arrived at the hill station, the crisp mountain air hit Ruby like a breath of fresh freedom. The greenery was so vibrant, it felt like stepping into a painting. They hiked along

the trails, laughing and chatting, and for the first time in ages, Ruby felt a lightness in her heart.

One evening, they found a perfect spot to watch the sunset. As the sky transformed into a canvas of oranges and pinks, Ruby felt a surge of peace. “Thank you for being here with me, Dol,” she said quietly, her heart swelling with gratitude.

“Of course! I’m always here for you,” Dolly replied, her eyes shining with warmth. “I’m proud of you for taking this step.

You’re doing amazing.”

As the sun dipped below the horizon, Ruby closed her eyes,

letting the moment sink in. She silently promised herself to let go of the past. She didn’t want to be defined by what had happened with Dhruv anymore.

After returning home, Ruby immersed herself in her hobbies. She picked up her paintbrush again, splattering colors across the canvas with wild abandon. Each stroke felt like a release, a way to express her emotions and reclaim her joy.

Weeks turned into months, and slowly but surely, Ruby began to feel more like herself again. She was no longer the girl waiting for someone who had chosen to leave. She was Ruby, a young woman discovering her own passions and interests, ready to embrace whatever life had in store for her.

One day, as she stood in front of a fresh canvas, she reflected on her journey. The ache for Dhruv was still there, but it had softened into something manageable. It became a part of her story, but not the whole story. She was moving on, and that felt empowering.

With newfound confidence, Ruby painted a sunset on her

canvas, mirroring the one she had watched at the hill station. She smiled, knowing she was finally taking steps forward.

Life was vast, full of new adventures waiting to unfold, and she was ready to embrace it all.

Chapter 9: The Long Road Back

The night before Ruby’s birthday, Dhruv lay on his bed, staring at his phone screen, lost in thought. He scrolled through the old messages they used to send each other, back when everything felt so easy between them. Every laugh, every late- night confession—they were all right there, recorded like a time capsule of what they’d had. But that was before he’d messed it all up. Before he’d ghosted her, hurt her in a way he hadn’t even realized at the time.

A sense of guilt gnawed at him every time he thought about it. There were days when the regret hit so hard that he wanted to call her, just to hear her voice. But each time, he hesitated,

afraid that she wouldn’t pick up or, worse, that she would, and he’d be reminded of just how much he’d hurt her. Even now, he didn’t know how he’d explain himself, how he could ever make it up to her.

He looked down at his phone, his thumb hovering over her contact. Before he could decide, a voice broke through his thoughts.

“Dhruv?” His mother’s voice was soft, curious as she peeked into his room. “You’ve been staring at that screen for ages now.

What’s going on?”

He quickly locked his phone and slipped it into his pocket, trying to play it off. “It’s nothing, Mom.”

She raised an eyebrow, unconvinced, but didn’t press him. “Alright, if you say so. Just… don’t let whatever it is weigh you down so much. Sometimes, reaching out is all it takes.”

After she left, her words echoed in his mind. Maybe she was right. Maybe reaching out was all he could do—take that first step back, even if he wasn’t sure where it would lead.

As midnight approached, he opened their old chat again, feeling the familiar ache of regret. Finally, he typed a

message. Just two words, plus a little smiley at the end. Simple, casual—something that wouldn’t betray just how much he missed her.

“Happy birthday :)”

He hit send, then tossed his phone aside, his heart pounding as he lay back on his bed. He didn’t know if she’d respond or if she’d even care. But for the first time in months, he felt like he’d done something right.

And even if it was just one small step, maybe—just maybe— it would be enough to lead them somewhere better.

Chapter 10 : The Birthday Message

A year later, on her birthday, Ruby’s phone buzzed, jolting her from her thoughts. The familiar ringtone sent a rush of

adrenaline through her as she glanced at the screen, and her heart skipped a beat when she saw his name: Dhruv. It felt surreal—after everything that had happened, he was reaching out.

“Happy birthday :)”

That smiley face hit her like a wave, washing over her with nostalgia and pain. How could he act like nothing had

changed? As if they hadn’t gone from being so close to practically strangers? It felt like a cruel joke.

But instead of confronting him, Ruby found herself slipping into the familiar, casual banter they once shared. “Thanks!

How’ve you been?” she typed, her fingers shaking slightly as she pressed send.

To her surprise, the conversation flowed easily, as if the

months of silence had never existed. Dhruv laughed at her jokes, teased her about her penchant for taking too many selfies, and for a brief moment, Ruby felt the weight of their past lift slightly. Maybe things could go back to how they used to be, she thought, her heart fluttering at the thought.

But deep down, she could feel the reality creeping in. Their history was tangled and complicated, and a few texts couldn’t erase the heartache or the confusion.

As the day went on, Ruby tried to focus on celebrating her birthday with friends and family. But every laugh shared,

every cake slice enjoyed, felt tainted by the lingering ache of what had once been.

Later that evening, as she settled into bed, the glow of her phone illuminated her face. Dhruv had sent another message, his words casual but filled with an undercurrent of something she couldn’t quite place.

“Hey, we should hang out sometime. Just like old times.”

Her heart raced at the suggestion. Old times? The phrase

echoed in her mind like a haunting melody. She wanted to say yes, to leap at the chance to reconnect, to revisit those

cherished memories. But she hesitated. Could they really go back? Could they pick up the pieces of their shattered

relationship and somehow make it whole again?

As she typed out a response, her mind raced. Should she be cautious, or was it time to embrace the possibility of

rekindling something beautiful?

“Yeah, I’d like that,” she finally sent, her heart pounding in her chest. But even as she hit send, she couldn’t shake the feeling that things would never be the same.

And perhaps that was okay. Maybe moving on didn’t mean forgetting; maybe it meant learning to embrace the

complexities of love and friendship, even when they came wrapped in uncertainty.

Chapter 11: The Way Back

It was the day after the midterms of their 12th grade, and Ruby felt like she was dragging a storm cloud around with her. The usual buzz of the school hallway felt distant, muffled by her swirling thoughts about her low marks. No matter how much she tried to shake it off with a casual smile, the weight of her disappointment was unmistakable.

Dhruv spotted her from across the hallway, her shoulders slumped, her gaze downcast. He knew Ruby well enough to see past the mask of her smile. He felt a tug in his chest—he couldn’t just stand by and watch her struggle.

Later that afternoon, he found her in the library, surrounded by a mess of notes and books, her head resting in her hands. She didn’t even notice him approach until he gently touched her shoulder.

“Hey, Rubes,” he said softly, warmth and concern woven into his voice.

She looked up, startled, then quickly tried to put on a brave face. “Oh, hey, Dhruv. Didn’t expect to see you here.”

He settled into the chair beside her without missing a beat. “Abhi told me,” he said, his tone gentle. “About your

midterms. I know it’s rough, but you don’t have to do this alone. Let me help.”

At his words, her defences crumbled. She exhaled a shaky sigh, finally admitting, “Thanks, Dhruv. I thought I could handle it on my own, but… I don’t know what happened. I’ve never felt so stuck.”

From that moment on, Dhruv was by her side, determined to help her through it. He started showing up after school with her favourite chai and snacks, cracking jokes to keep her spirits up, and covering every chapter, every confusing formula, and every forgotten definition until it all made sense.

Some days, he’d break into hilariously over-the-top

impersonations of their teachers, coaxing laughter out of her even when she’d been on the verge of tears minutes earlier. And every time she got frustrated or felt like giving up, he was there to remind her that she wasn’t defined by a single

test or a few marks.

The finals came sooner than they expected, and Ruby went in with a newfound confidence. When the results were finally posted, she couldn’t believe her eyes—her scores were higher than she’d ever imagined.

As she clutched the report in her hands, she knew that it wasn’t just her hard work that had paid off. It was Dhruv’s unshakable support, his belief in her even when she’d doubted herself, that made all the difference.

A few days later, as they sat on the terrace overlooking the setting sun, Ruby turned to him, gratitude shining in her eyes.

“Thank you, Dhruv. I don’t think I could have done it without you,” she said softly, her voice laced with sincerity.

He shrugged, smiling as if it were no big deal. “Anytime, Rubes. You’d do the same for me.”

But they both knew it was more than that. In his own quiet way, Dhruv had shown her that he still cared, that he was still

the same boy who’d once been her closest confidant. And

for Ruby, that meant everything.

A few weeks after that mid terms, Ruby and Dhruv finally met up. They chose their usual spot—a small bakery near their neighbourhood. The place was familiar, yet everything about that moment felt new. Ruby’s heart was racing as she saw him walk in, and when he smiled at her, it was like no time had passed.

“Still your favourite spot, huh?” he teased as he slid into the chair across from her.

“Yeah, some things don’t change,” she replied with a laugh, trying to mask her nerves. The warm glow of the café lights felt comforting, casting a soft light over them both as they

exchanged glances that held more than words.

They talked about everything that had happened over the past year. Dhruv admitted that he had been struggling in ways he hadn’t shared with anyone, and Ruby felt her heart soften as he opened up about things he’d hidden even from himself. His honesty brought back that closeness they once had, but this

time, it felt even deeper.

As they left the bakery and strolled through the quiet neighbourhood, Dhruv reached for her hand. The gesture was tentative at first, as if he was testing the waters, but Ruby intertwined her fingers with his, squeezing gently. It felt

familiar, grounding, like coming home after a long journey.

They walked for hours, laughing about silly memories and sharing dreams they hadn’t dared to tell anyone else. When

they reached her apartment, Dhruv paused, looking at her with an expression that made her feel seen in a way she hadn’t felt in a long time.

“Ruby, I’ve missed you,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

She smiled, her heart racing as she took a small step closer.

“I’ve missed you too, Dhruv.” In that moment, all the uncertainty and pain from the past seemed to melt away.

He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into a hug that felt like a promise. They stayed that way, wrapped up in each other, under the dim glow of the streetlights. And when he finally leaned down to kiss her, it felt like everything had

come full circle—a second chance that they were both ready for.

In the weeks that followed, they fell back into a rhythm, but this time, there was something different—a mutual understanding, a respect for the scars they both carried.

They’d laugh together like before, but now they didn’t hide

the harder feelings. They’d spend evenings watching movies, sharing playlists, and taking long walks, savouring each

moment, fully aware of how precious it was.

And while their relationship still had its imperfections, there was a warmth, a gentleness to their love. They’d look at each other across a room and share a knowing smile, one that spoke of all the things they’d been through and the journey that lay

ahead.

This time, they knew the value of what they had. And as they leaned on each other, their fingers interlocked, Ruby felt that

they were stronger together, ready to embrace whatever came their way.

Chapter 12: The Weight of Reality

The festive season was in full swing, with lights strung along the streets, and a soft hum of temple chants drifting in from a distance. It was a time of celebration for everyone around her, but Ruby felt a heaviness in her heart she couldn’t ignore.

She sat at her window, looking down at the neighborhood kids playing, the little ones running around in colorful clothes as

their parents watched, laughing and clapping. The familiar warmth of family gatherings, the pull of tradition—it all brought an ache to her chest. Her own family, deeply

religious, had begun to speak more frequently about the "right" kind of future, one that included finding someone within their faith, someone who would align with their beliefs and values.

As she watched, her mind wandered back to Dhruv. She thought of his smile, the way he could make her laugh without trying, the effortless connection they had built over the years. But she couldn’t help but feel a pang of fear creeping into her

thoughts. How would her family ever accept him, a Hindu, when they held their Christian beliefs so close? And Dhruv’s family—they too had their own expectations and values. She had heard his mother talk fondly about finding someone “familiar” for him in the future.

In the quiet of her room, Ruby felt the familiar weight of doubt pressing down on her. She started to wonder if their love, beautiful as it was, could withstand the scrutiny and expectations from both their families.

That evening, as they walked by the temple lights after their usual evening meet-up, Ruby couldn’t hold back the worry any longer.

"Dhruv," she said, her voice barely a whisper. "Do you ever think about… our future? Like, what happens when we finish

college?"

Dhruv looked at her, slightly confused. "Of course I do. We’ll figure it out, Rubes. It’s us—we’ve been through so much already."

Ruby hesitated, then took a breath, voicing the thoughts she had kept buried for so long. "But what about our families?

The differences… they’re big, Dhruv. We’re not just talking

about little things here; it’s religion, it’s expectations, it’s… everything."

Dhruv reached out, taking her hand. "I get it, Rubes. I know it won’t be easy, but… doesn’t that make us worth fighting for?"

Ruby looked away, her heart pounding. "I want to believe

that, but… I’m scared. What if they can’t accept us? What if you… change your mind because of it?" Her voice faltered, and she swallowed hard, feeling her insecurities rising.

He pulled her closer, brushing a strand of hair away from her face. "I would never leave you because of that. You know

me."

She wanted to believe him, to hold onto the strength of his words. But the reality loomed too large, and doubt had planted its roots in her heart. She gave him a small smile, but in her heart, a storm was brewing, one that only time would reveal.

As they stood in silence, surrounded by the soft glow of

temple lights, Ruby felt the beginnings of a choice she never thought she’d have to make, her love battling against the weight of her doubts.

Chapter 13: A Love Bridged by Distance

When Ruby and Dhruv both received their acceptance letters, the celebration was short-lived. Dhruv’s acceptance to a top national institute meant he’d be moving to another city, while Ruby would be staying behind to attend a local college. It felt like their paths were stretching in opposite directions, and even as they cheered each other on, both of them knew the challenge that lay ahead: the reality of a long-distance relationship.

The first few weeks were tough but exciting. They’d call each other every night, sharing the little details of their new lives.

Ruby would send him pictures of the chai stall near her college, and he’d send her snaps of the campus library.

Despite the hours and miles between them, they made an

effort to stay close, sending each other good-morning texts, study updates, and random thoughts throughout the day.

One evening, as Ruby lay on her bed after a tiring day of

lectures, she heard the familiar chime of Dhruv’s video call. She answered, and his smile greeted her from the tiny screen.

"Hey there, campus queen," he teased, watching her grin spread.

"Look who's talking, Mr. National Institute," she shot back playfully. But as they chatted, Ruby felt a pang of longing she hadn’t anticipated. The screen wasn’t quite the same as sitting together in person.

Still, they tried to stay positive. They’d plan video study dates where they’d work on assignments together, sharing the silence as they focused, only to erupt into conversation during

their breaks. Druv’s would quiz her on engineering

fundamentals, and she’d laugh at how serious he got, like he was her personal professor. Sometimes, they’d fall asleep on call, waking up in the middle of the night to see each other’s sleepy faces on the screen.

But as midterms approached, the weight of their individual schedules made things more difficult. Dhruv was busier than ever with projects and group studies, and Ruby was struggling to

manage her own workload. Calls became shorter, texts went unanswered for hours, and the once-frequent updates dwindled down to simple “How was your day?” messages. Ruby couldn’t help but feel the distance growing wider, even through the screen.

One night, after Dhruv missed their regular call, Ruby felt a rush of frustration and sadness. She wanted to tell him about her day, about how she had aced her quiz, but when she called, he didn’t answer. Instead, she found herself typing out a long

message, her fingers racing over the keyboard.

“I know you’re busy, Dhruv. And I’m trying to be understanding, but it’s hard. It’s like you’re slipping away, and I don’t know if I’m the only one holding on. I just… miss us.”

She stared at the message for a long moment before hitting send. Almost immediately, she regretted it, wondering if she was overreacting. But a moment later, her phone rang. It was Dhruv.

“Hey, Rubes. I’m so sorry,” he began, his voice filled with sincerity. “I had no idea you felt this way. I guess I’ve been so caught up with everything that I didn’t realize I was leaving you out.”

Ruby took a shaky breath, trying to find the right words. “It’s just… I miss you. I miss being able to talk without planning it, without squeezing each other in between everything else.”

“I know,” he replied softly. “It’s hard. But I promise, I don’t want to lose you. I just… don’t know how to balance

everything sometimes.”

They spent the rest of the night talking honestly, laying their fears and worries out in the open. And as they did, Ruby felt a little of the weight lift from her shoulders. It wasn’t a solution, but it was a start.

After that night, they both made a promise to each other: to try harder, to make time even when it felt impossible. They

scheduled weekend calls, sharing virtual coffee dates, talking about life and dreams, and even debating over the silliest

things. On particularly lonely days, they’d record short videos, sharing moments like the sunset from Ruby’s window or the sound of rain on Dhruv’s campus.

Every few months, Dhruv would save up to come back to visit. They’d spend those weekends reliving their high school days, exploring old hangouts, and stealing quiet moments together. And when it was time for him to leave, Ruby would walk him to the bus station, their fingers intertwined until the last

possible moment.

As the months turned into years, they learned that distance was just a challenge, not a roadblock. They built a love that stretched across cities, knowing that even though they were

apart, they were never truly alone. In their hearts, they carried each other, bound by the promise they’d made to face the future together—no matter the distance.

Long-Distance Relationship: Reunion at the Train Station

The train pulled into the station, and Ruby’s heart pounded in her chest as she searched the crowd of passengers. When she finally saw Dhruv step onto the platform, she didn’t think—she just ran. She threw herself into his arms, her feet leaving the ground as he spun her around, the laughter bubbling from her lips.

Dhruv’s hands held her tightly, his face buried in her hair. "God, I’ve missed you," he breathed, setting her down but not letting her go. He took her face in his hands, his eyes full of a

longing that mirrored her own.

Ruby could only nod, the words caught in her throat. She reached up, her fingers curling around the collar of his jacket, pulling him closer until their lips met. The kiss was desperate and urgent, like they were making up for all the time they’d spent apart. She could feel his heartbeat against her chest, and when he finally pulled back, she rested her forehead against his, her hands still tangled in his hair.

"Let’s not waste any more time," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion.

Dhruv kissed her again, softer this time, as if savouring the feel of her, his hands sliding around her waist to pull her closer still. "Agreed," he murmured against her lips, "I’m not letting you go anytime soon."

Long-Distance Relationship: Winter Morning Goodbye

It was early in the morning, and the chill in the air matched

the heaviness in Ruby’s heart. She stood close to Dhruv, his arms wrapped tightly around her, as if he could somehow hold on to her forever. His breath was warm against her hair as he whispered, "I don’t want to leave."

Ruby looked up at him, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "Then don’t," she said softly, reaching up to pull him down for a kiss. It was slow and sweet, like they were trying to pour every unspoken word and unfulfilled moment into it. Dhruv’s hands slid up her back, holding her close as if he could somehow imprint the feel of her against him.

When they finally pulled apart, Ruby’s hands remained on his chest, gripping the fabric of his jacket as if to anchor herself. "Promise me you’ll come back soon," she whispered, her voice breaking.

Dhruv’s gaze softened as he leaned down, pressing his lips to her forehead, then to the corner of her mouth. "I promise," he said, his voice filled with emotion. "I’m always going to come back to you."

She watched him walk to the car, her fingers still tingling from where they had touched him last. And as he drove away, she wrapped her arms around herself, already missing the warmth of his embrace.

On a warm summer night, Ruby and Dhruv found themselves sitting on the rooftop of their apartment building, the night sky stretching endlessly above them. They lay side by side on

a blanket, pointing out constellations and sharing quiet laughter.

"Look," Dhruv said, reaching out to take her hand. His fingers intertwined with hers, and he brought their linked hands up to point at the starry sky.

Ruby’s gaze wasn’t on the stars, but on him. She took a breath and moved closer, resting her head on his shoulder. "I’d rather look at you," she whispered, her voice soft and tender.

Dhruv turned his head to meet her eyes, his own dark and full of affection. Without a word, he leaned in, pressing a kiss to her, then her cheek, and finally, her lips. It was gentle and slow,

the kind of kiss that made everything else seem to fade away. As he deepened the kiss, his hand came up to cup her face, his thumb brushing her skin tenderly.

When they finally broke apart, Ruby could feel her heart racing, and a smile played on her lips. "You’re better than stargazing any night," she whispered.

Dhruv grinned and pulled her closer, wrapping an arm around her waist. "Then I guess we should make this a habit," he said, pressing another kiss to her as they settled back down under

the stars.

Chapter 14: The Final Breakup

Few days later when Dhruv returned to his home town for a vacation. The days had grown quieter between Ruby and Dhruv. What used to be full of laughter and light now had a different weight, an unspoken tension that neither wanted to name but both felt. The weight had grown heavier for Ruby. She could feel it in every moment of silence, every conversation that seemed to veer away from the future. The truth was, she’d been wrestling with a choice—one that tore at her heart, yet wouldn’t leave her mind.

For a few months, they pretended. Pretended that their

relationship was the same as it had been before, that the hurt and confusion didn’t linger between them. But the doubts had taken root in her heart. Could she really trust him again? Was this relationship even worth saving?

One evening, they met at their usual spot, a bench under the large, old tree that had watched over so many of their

memories. The sun was setting, casting a soft orange glow, but the warmth felt bittersweet. Dhruv sensed something was wrong; her smile was softer, tinged with a sadness he hadn’t seen before.

“What’s on your mind?” he asked, his voice laced with gentle worry.

She took a deep breath, trying to collect the words that had been building inside her. “Dhruv, I’ve been thinking a lot…about us, about everything.”

He nodded, listening, his gaze unwavering as he held her hand a little tighter. “Okay, let’s talk about it then. What’s bothering you?”

Ruby’s voice shook as she spoke. “We’ve always known things might be… complicated. I’m Christian, and you’re Hindu. Right now, it doesn’t seem like it matters, but

someday, it might be different.” She glanced down, unable to meet his gaze. “I just don’t know if… if we’ll be able to work through everything, if our families will ever understand.”

“There’s no future for us. You know that. Our parents will never accept this. And I don’t want to keep pretending

everything’s okay when it’s not.”

Dhruv’s face softened with understanding, but she could see the hurt in his eyes. He took a steadying breath, trying to reach her with his words. “Ruby, we’ve been through so much. I don’t care what it takes, I’ll be there with you. We can work through it together.”

She shook her head, her voice breaking. “I want to believe that, Dhruv. I really do. But it scares me… I don’t want to hurt you or… watch you have to fight for us every single day.

What if one day we realize it’s too much?”

Dhruv’s eyes searched hers, a flicker of desperation breaking

through his calm. “But you don’t know that, Ruby. We could be okay. We could make it through. You’re the one I want to be with, no matter what. Doesn’t that mean something?”

A tear slipped down her cheek as she whispered, “It means

everything, Dhruv. But I don’t want to start something that might hurt us both in the end. I’d rather say goodbye now, while we still remember the good.”

He was silent, staring at the ground, grappling with the pain of her words. “So this is it?” he asked softly. “After everything… you want to let go?”

She nodded, feeling her heart shatter even as she tried to stay strong. “I think it’s best… for both of us. I don’t know what the future holds, and I don’t want to hold you back.”

Dhruv swallowed, looking up at her with eyes that held years of memories, countless shared dreams, and a love that would never truly fade. “I can’t change your mind, can I?”

She shook her head, the words caught in her throat. “I’m sorry, Dhruv. I’ll always love you… but I can’t go on like this. I think… we need to let each other go.”

They sat in silence, letting the weight of goodbye settle between them. And as the last rays of sunlight faded, Ruby stood up, giving him one final look, her heart aching with the knowledge that she was walking away from the boy who had once been her whole world.

As she left, Dhruv remained on the bench, watching her disappear into the dusk. He wanted to chase after her, to make her believe that love was enough to conquer anything. But somewhere in his heart, he knew she needed this. And though it felt like the end, he understood that some love stories were meant to live on only in memory.

He tried to argue, but his heart wasn’t in it. Maybe deep down, he knew she was right. So, with a quiet sadness, they parted ways for the second time—this time, for good.

In the midst of their shared heartaches, Ruby and Sindhu, her classmate often found themselves discussing a peculiar but relatable feeling they had both experienced: the overwhelming sense of being “red flags” in their own relationships. It was a bittersweet revelation that brought them closer together. They recalled moments when they felt insecure, doubting their worthiness of love, and questioning whether their emotions were too intense or their needs too demanding. They had painted themselves as the problem, convinced that their

partners—who they perceived as “green flags”—were the ones who deserved happiness, even if it meant walking away from them.

During one of their late-night study sessions, Ruby expressed her frustration. “I always thought I was the one messing

things up. Dhruv was perfect in every way, and here I was, overthinking every little thing. I convinced myself that my emotions were too much for him to handle.” Sindhu nodded, her eyes filled with understanding. “I get it. I felt the same with my boyfriend. I thought he was so patient and supportive, but deep down, I felt like I was the one who made everything complicated. It’s like we’re conditioned to believe that our feelings are the problem.”

As they shared their stories, they began to unravel the layers of their insecurities. Ruby shared how every time she

expressed her fears about their differing backgrounds, she felt like she was being unreasonable. Sindhu chimed in, recalling how she often felt her ambitions clashed with her partner's

expectations, making her feel guilty for wanting more from

life. Together, they realized that this mindset stemmed from a

lack of validation, both in their relationships and within themselves.

The more they talked, the more they recognized the need for self-acceptance. “Maybe we’re not red flags after all,” Ruby suggested, a hint of hope in her voice. Maybe we just have different needs. And it’s okay to want what feels right for us. Sindhu smiled, her eyes brightening. “Exactly! Just because our partners couldn’t meet those needs doesn’t mean we’re flawed. It just means we’re learning to prioritize ourselves.”

“ BLIND LEADING THE BLIND”

In their candid conversations, Ruby and Sindhu discovered

that recognizing their worth was a vital step in healing. They slowly started to shift their perspectives, understanding that

they were not problems to be solved but individuals deserving of love that embraced their complexities. Their friendship became a sanctuary where they could be honest about their

emotions, encouraging one another to break free from the shackles of self-doubt and embrace the beautiful messiness of their journeys. Together, they found strength in their vulnerabilities, learning that it was okay to be a work in progress.

Sindhu looked down for a moment, her fingers tracing the patterns on the tablecloth, lost in a whirlwind of memories. Finally, she took a deep breath and spoke, her voice barely above a whisper. “You know, maybe I can’t love another man the way I loved him. That love felt so complete, so consuming. Or maybe, if I do fall in love again, it’ll be because I see fragments of him in that new person. It’s as if he’s become a part of who I am, woven into the very fabric of my life. I carry him with me, in my laughter, my dreams, even in my silence.”

Ruby’s eyes glistened with understanding, and she nodded slowly, allowing Sindhu’s words to settle in. “I get that completely,” she replied, her voice filled with warmth. “It’s like talking to you is my therapy. You help me untangle the mess of my feelings, making sense of the chaos in my heart. I can feel those pieces, too—the remnants of love that shape us, the shadows of past moments that linger.”

A profound silence enveloped them, rich with unspoken understanding. The weight of their shared histories hung in the air, a tapestry of heartaches and hopes, woven together by their friendship. They both knew the pain of love lost, the struggle of moving forward while still feeling the echoes of what once was.

Sindhu looked into her friend’s eyes, searching for reassurance. “Sometimes, it feels like I’m trapped in a loop, replaying those memories over and over. But talking to you helps me find clarity. It’s comforting to know that I’m not alone in this.” Tears brimmed in Sindhu’s eyes, but she felt lighter somehow, as if the burdens she carried had been shared. “Thank you for being here, for understanding me without judgment. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“Always,” her friend replied softly, squeezing her hand. “We’ll navigate this together. Life may throw us challenges, but our friendship will always be our safe haven—a place where we can heal and grow.”

As they sat there, the past lingering like a gentle mist around them, they found solace in each other's presence. In that moment, they were not just friends; they were sisters bound by heartache, strength, and the promise of new beginnings.

Chapter 15: Where We Left Us

Months passed after the breakup, and both Ruby and Dhruv tried to find their footing in a world that now felt hollow without

the other. For Ruby, life became a constant cycle of telling herself that she’d made the right decision. She’d reasoned that she was sparing them both from the heartbreak that would

eventually come from the differences between them— differences that her family, her community, would never let

them ignore. But no matter how much she convinced herself, every familiar place, every small reminder of Dhruv only deepened the ache of his absence.

Dhruv, on the other hand, had thrown himself into his studies, burying himself under coursework and responsibilities,

anything to avoid the hollow feeling that had settled into his chest. His friends noticed the change—he was more withdrawn, quieter, his once easy going laughter absent. But Dhruv kept up appearances, even as he wrestled with the hurt, even as he held on to the smallest, fading hope that Ruby

might reach out, that she might come back.

One day in late spring, Dhruv’s college was hosting its annual fest. Ruby’s college was nearby, and on an impulse she

couldn’t explain, she decided to go. She told herself it was just for fun, but deep down, she knew it was more than that. She felt as though seeing Dhruv, even just from a distance, might bring her some kind of closure, a way to finally let him go.

As she wandered through the crowd, she spotted him at one of the festival booths, handing out refreshments with a tired smile. Her heart raced at the sight of him, his familiar face set

in a quiet, somber expression. She could see the shadows under his eyes, the subtle way his shoulders slumped as he went through the motions. He looked so different from the boy she’d fallen in love with—the one who had always been full of life, of laughter.

Just as he was turning to pick up another tray, his eyes met hers across the crowd. For a heartbeat, everything around

them seemed to stop. The noise, the lights, the people—it all faded until it was just the two of them, standing on opposite sides of an unbridgeable distance. Dhruv’s gaze softened, and she thought she saw a flicker of something in his eyes—hurt,

maybe, or the kind of longing that neither of them could quite put into words.

But then his expression changed. He looked away, his face hardening, and she felt a sharp pang in her chest. That fleeting moment between them disappeared as he turned back to his booth, ignoring her as if she were just another stranger in the crowd.

The festival carried on around her, and Ruby felt the weight of the decision she’d made settling even heavier on her heart.

She knew she couldn’t just leave things like this. She walked over to him, gathering her courage, even as a part of her feared what he might say.

“Dhruv,” she called out softly.

He turned, his expression unreadable. “Ruby. Didn’t expect to see you here.”

They stood in awkward silence, each one waiting for the other to speak. Finally, Ruby found her voice. “I… I wanted to see you. To talk, maybe.”

Dhruv looked at her, his jaw clenched. “Talk? What’s left to talk about, Ruby? You made your choice. You walked away without even giving us a chance.”

Her heart twisted at the bitterness in his tone. She’d thought she was sparing them both pain, but now, looking at him, she wondered if she’d only caused them both more. “Dhruv, I didn’t want to hurt you. I thought that if we went on like this, we’d just end up broken anyway. I couldn’t bear the thought of

losing you slowly, bit by bit.”

His voice softened, though his eyes still held a flicker of resentment. “So instead, you cut it all off at once. Decided for both of us. Do you know how that felt, Ruby? To be left without even a chance to fight for us?”

She looked down, her vision blurring with tears. “I was scared, Dhruv. Scared of everything. My family, our future, what people would say… I just couldn’t see a way forward.”

A hollow silence stretched between them. Finally, Dhruv let out a heavy sigh, the fight going out of him. “You didn’t trust me

enough to even try. That’s what hurts the most. I was ready to face it all with you, to fight whatever came our way. But I

can’t make you want that. I can’t force you to stay.”

She felt her heart breaking all over again, the weight of her choices settling into her like stones. But she knew there was nothing more she could say—nothing that would erase the pain she’d caused.

“I waited, Ruby. I waited for months, hoping you’d change your mind. But it didn’t matter, did it? You made your

choice.”

She felt tears prick her eyes, but she forced herself to stay strong. “Dhruv, I did it for us. For both of us. I couldn’t let us hold on to something that might not survive the future.”

He shook his head, a bitter smile creeping onto his lips.

“Maybe that’s where we were different. I never doubted we could make it. I would’ve fought for us, no matter how hard things got. But you… you let go.”

The weight of his words sank deep into her, leaving her feeling hollow. She had thought she was saving them from heartbreak, but maybe she’d only brought it on herself. The silence stretched between them, thick and suffocating. She

opened her mouth to speak, to explain, but the words felt like boulders in her throat.

Dhruv’s expression darkened as he looked away, his hands

clenching at his sides. “You know, I tried to move on. I really did. But every time I think about what we had, it feels like a piece of me is still holding on. And I didn’t want to, but…” He paused, swallowing hard. “But you made it easy for me to let go.”

The tears she had been holding back finally fell, but she wiped them away quickly, unwilling to show him the extent of her pain. “I didn’t mean to hurt you, Dhruv. I thought I was doing the right thing.”

“Maybe for you,” he replied, his voice tight. “But you didn’t think about how I felt. You just assumed.”

In that moment, Ruby realized the chasm between them had grown too wide to bridge. She had wanted to protect him, but all she had done was create distance.

“I hope you find what you’re looking for, Ruby,” he whispered, his voice barely audible. And then, without waiting for a response, he turned and walked away, disappearing into the crowd, leaving her standing alone, the noise and the lights blurring around her.

As she watched him go, she felt a hollowness unlike anything she’d ever known. This wasn’t the future she’d imagined for them, but it was the one she’d chosen, and now she would have to live with it.

Months passed, and they graduated—each with their own memories, their own regrets, their own paths that no longer crossed. The world went on, their lives moving forward, but

the space where he had been remained with her, a quiet ache that would never fully fade.

And though they never crossed paths again, a part of each of them would always carry the love they’d left behind, tucked away in a quiet corner of their hearts, forever unspoken, forever bittersweet.

Epilogue: The Love We Left Behind

He was the first love who had introduced her to the kind of

joy that made time feel suspended, and though life had taken them down separate paths, the essence of their connection stayed with her.

As she navigated through her college years, Ruby learned to embrace the beauty of new friendships and fresh beginnings.

Yet, amidst all the changes, there were moments when a

familiar song would play, or a scent would drift by, pulling her back to the laughter they shared in their secret alcove. In those fleeting moments, the sharp pain of their breakup softened

into a gentle ache, a reminder of the love that had shaped her.

Dhruv, too, moved on, finding his way through the corridors of life with determination and purpose. He poured his heart into his studies and future ambitions, but even in the hustle of his new adventures, there were times when he’d pause, caught off guard by a memory that felt like sunshine breaking through

clouds—Ruby's laughter, her quirky smile, and the way she’d tilt her head when she was deep in thought.

They hadn’t ended up together; the reality of their differing worlds had pulled them apart. But the love they shared became a cherished chapter in their lives, teaching them

profound lessons about vulnerability, trust, and the bittersweet nature of growing up. In the end, they discovered that

sometimes love isn't about the destination but the journey, the laughter, and the lessons learned along the way.

And though the chapters of their lives diverged, Ruby and Dhruv carried pieces of each other with them—an imprint of a

love that, while fleeting, would linger in their hearts forever, a gentle reminder that some connections, no matter how short-

lived, leave an indelible mark on our souls.

"In a world filled with endless possibilities, their love became a gentle ache—a reminder that

some stories are never meant to be finished”

"To my incredible friends: thank you for being the anchors in my life. Your unwavering support, laughter, and love have inspired every word of this story. This book is a tribute to the bond we share and the countless memories we’ve created together."

Thank you for diving into this journey with me. If this story

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