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Title: "More Than Just Friends"

Aarav and Meera met on the first day of sixth grade. She was the new girl, transferred mid-year from another city, and he was the boy who sat by the window, always scribbling in his notebook. While the other kids giggled and exchanged gossip, Meera sat alone at lunch. Aarav noticed.

He didn’t approach her immediately. Instead, he observed. She hummed when she read, always brought an extra bookmark, and never once looked at her phone during lunch.

One rainy afternoon, their teacher paired them up for a science project. Awkward at first, their conversations bloomed over glue sticks and poster boards. Aarav cracked a joke about their experiment being a “catastrophic chemical romance,” and Meera laughed so hard she snorted. That was the moment their friendship truly began.

Over the months, Aarav and Meera became inseparable. They weren’t a couple—everyone asked, of course—but they rolled their eyes in unison and explained, “We’re just best friends.”

They had their rituals: meeting at the chai stall after school, sharing headphones on the bus, and exchanging doodles in the margins of their notebooks. Meera drew constellations; Aarav turned them into cartoons. They shared secrets they hadn’t even told themselves—her fear of being invisible, his anxiety about his father’s expectations.

High school came, and the world grew bigger. New people entered their lives, but Aarav and Meera remained constants in each other’s worlds. When Meera failed her first physics test, it was Aarav who sneaked her into the school lab for extra practice. When Aarav’s grandmother passed away, Meera didn’t say a word—she just sat beside him the whole evening, holding his hand.

They argued too, of course. One heated debate over college plans had them silent for two weeks. But even that silence was filled with presence—notes left in lockers, mutual friends relaying messages, both too stubborn to apologize but too bonded to let go.

On the last day of school, sitting under the gulmohar tree they had unofficially claimed as theirs, Meera turned to him.

“We’re growing up,” she said softly.

“I noticed,” he replied. “I even shaved last week.”

She smiled, but her eyes were distant. “Do you think we’ll still be like this—ten years from now?”

Aarav looked at her for a long moment. “Maybe not exactly like this,” he admitted. “But I think we’ll always be something. Whatever happens, you’re my person.”

The years moved fast after that. College in different cities, new friends, changing schedules. They didn’t talk every day anymore. Sometimes they missed each other’s birthdays. But when it really mattered, they showed up.

Like when Aarav got into a car accident and woke up to Meera sitting by his hospital bed, looking sleep-deprived and furious. “Next time you want attention, just call me,” she snapped through tears.

Or when Meera’s startup failed, and she felt like a walking disappointment. Aarav flew in, ordered her favorite street food, and said, “So what? You tried. That’s more than most people ever do.”

They never dated. People still assumed they had. Once, Meera’s boyfriend asked if she had feelings for Aarav. She smiled and said, “Of course I do. But not like that.”

The truth was deeper, more complicated than romance. Aarav and Meera were each other’s mirrors, anchors, emergency contacts, and reality checks. They had the kind of friendship that didn’t need labels, just presence.

On Meera’s wedding day, Aarav stood by her side, not as a groom, but as the best friend who had watched her grow into herself. When it was his turn to speak, he raised his glass and said:

“She was never mine to keep, and I was never hers. But we’ve always belonged in each other’s lives. That’s what friendship is. It’s not about who stays physically close, or who calls every day. It’s about who stays in your heart.”

As the guests applauded, Meera wiped her tears. She whispered, “You’ll always be my person, Aarav.”

And he nodded, because he knew: friendship—real friendship—doesn’t fade. It grows, changes, and adapts, but it never breaks.


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