Day of Diya

The Story of Mine

My name is Luna, and I’m 19. This is the story of my love—a tale filled with secrets, fun, and commitment. It’s been a journey of ups and downs, and now it’s time to share it.

It all started back in school during our annual sports day. The excitement in the air was palpable. I had signed up to dance in the talent show, despite knowing I wasn’t the best dancer. The song was catchy, and I found myself rehearsing in the classroom, my heart racing with anticipation.

On the day of the event, my friends convinced me to step outside to watch the sports competitions. The atmosphere was electric, and a group of seven boys took center stage. Among them was Siva, the boy who always seemed to delight in bullying me. Yet, that day, something changed. As I watched him play, I couldn’t help but notice how handsome he looked, his shirt clinging to his toned body, revealing his six-pack. My heart began to race; I felt a flutter in my chest. I couldn’t believe it—I was falling for him.

The next day, I found myself unable to shake my feelings. I started stalking him online, desperate to learn more about him. He rarely spoke to me, and our interactions were limited, but my crush only grew. Every time I thought about him, my heart would race again, and I would feel a familiar mix of excitement and anxiety. I began to daydream about what it would be like if he noticed me, but it felt hopeless.

Then came a pivotal moment. One day, we locked eyes, and in that instant, my heart skipped a beat. But then, I noticed he was gazing at another girl, a crush he had in mind. My heart sank, and my stomach twisted in knots. It was a crushing realization that my feelings might not be reciprocated. Still, I held onto a flicker of hope.

Determined to change his perception of me, I decided to reach out. I texted him, trying to show my affection subtly. Our conversations felt awkward, like we were strangers trying to connect. I dropped hints about my feelings, but he seemed oblivious to my efforts. Each ignored message stung, yet I found it impossible to let go of my feelings.

Siva was the top student in our class, and his popularity meant he attracted a lot of attention from girls. The competition was fierce, and I felt outmatched. One day, I mustered the courage to ask him if he had any feelings for the girls who liked him. He casually mentioned he had a crush on someone from another school. My heart dropped when he added that she was a calm and beautiful girl who attended the same tuition classes. To my shock, that girl was one of my relatives.

Confused and desperate, I knew I had to act. I enrolled in the same tuition class, hoping to get closer to him. Sitting next to his crush was both thrilling and agonizing; she was everything I wasn’t—sweet, polite, and graceful. Every time he looked at her, I felt a pang of jealousy, a burning sensation in my stomach.

One day, while we were chatting, he surprised me by asking for her number. Panic washed over me, and I instinctively said, “No.” His eyes widened in disbelief. “Why not?” he pressed. I scrambled for an excuse, claiming my friend liked him. He looked puzzled, and I realized my lie was only complicating things further.

The next day, Siva brought up my “friend” again, still unaware that I was talking about myself. I knew I had to come clean. With my heart pounding, I finally told him, “I don’t have a friend. It’s me—I’ve had a crush on you for a long time.”

He blinked in surprise, his face flushing red. “What are you saying?” he stammered, clearly taken aback by my confession.

Taking a deep breath, I admitted, “Even when I was angry with you for bullying me, I couldn’t help but fall for you.”

The silence hung heavily in the air as I awaited his response, my heart racing with a mix of hope and dread. Would he accept my love, or would I be left with a broken heart?

To be continued..