Day Of Diya -2

Story Of Mine - 2

A Shy Boy's Heart

Siva Known for his shyness, he often kept his feelings hidden, preferring to observe rather than engage. I had noticed him from afar, intrigued by his quiet demeanor, and one day, I gathered the courage to ask him about his feelings.

As we sat together during lunch, I took a deep breath. “Siva, how do you feel about me?” I asked, my heart racing. To my surprise, he replied, “I had a little crush on you, but every time I speak to you, I feel like I’m in an imaginary world. In reality, I don’t feel anything.” His words left me in shock. Was that a happy confession or a heartbreaking rejection? Confused, I decided that I could no longer hide my feelings. I liked him, and I needed to accept that.

But expressing my feelings felt daunting. Although we shared many conversations and understood each other well, I felt nervous about making my feelings known. That night, I sent him a heartfelt message, hoping for a reply. When he didn’t respond, I called him, but my calls went unanswered. A wave of anxiety washed over me. Did he not care about my feelings? I resolved to ask him directly.

With the help of a mutual friend, I asked him to reach out to Siva on my behalf. When our friend spoke to Siva, he texted me, “Why are you texting me?” I felt a surge of hope as I replied, “Why don’t you talk to me? I miss you so much!” Finally, I mustered the courage to ask him, “Do you like me?” His response was bittersweet. “I like you, but I can’t accept you. You’re not my type, and I don’t think we can be together.”

Not ready to give up, I suggested we try dating for three months. “If you like it, we can continue; if not, we can break up.” To my surprise, he agreed. On November 19, we officially became a couple. Just a week later, he surprised me with a large chocolate bar. He didn’t give it to me directly; instead, he secretly placed it under my book. It was a sweet gesture, reflective of his shy personality.

I was more talkative, while Siva was reserved, creating an interesting dynamic between us. He was a month younger than me and stood at 175 cm, while I was only 153 cm tall, adding to our noticeable height difference. Despite these contrasts, we enjoyed celebrating our one-month anniversary together.

However, the following three months were filled with challenges. We often argued and misunderstood each other, struggling with our differing viewpoints. We kept our relationship a secret from our families, worried about how they would react.

As the three-month mark approached, we decided to go on a date to a nearby temple on January 31. As we walked through the peaceful grounds, I noticed he didn’t hold my hand. Doubt crept into my mind—did he really like me? I finally confronted him: “Why don’t you hold my hand? Do you not like me?” He looked at me earnestly and replied, “I like you very much, but I’m just very shy.” Encouraged by his words, I took his hand, and the moment felt magical. My heart raced, and our hands trembled together in a mix of excitement and nervousness.

After that, he hugged me, and I rested my head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. It was warm and comforting. Eventually, we decided to share our relationship with our families. At first, they were hesitant, but over time, they accepted us.

Things seemed to be going smoothly until I decided to tell my group of five friends about our relationship. They were curious and wanted to know how to impress Siva. However, misunderstandings arose, leading to arguments. I began to distance myself from them. One day, they escalated the situation by reporting our relationship to the school principal while I was away.

When I returned to school, I learned that Siva had been called to the principal’s office to discuss what had happened. Anxiety coursed through me. What would happen to our relationship? Would we get in trouble? Would we still be friends after all this?

As I waited for news from Siva, I couldn’t help but hope that our bond would be strong enough to withstand this challenge.



To be continued---