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Chapter 7 - The Beginning -------- After that café date, things changed. Not dramatically. Not officially. But enough for me to notice. Good morning texts started happening. Random memes during boring lectures. Small fights over who replied late. Her sending pictures of terrible canteen food like it was national news. And somehow, without either of us saying it, we had become part of each other’s daily routine. It felt dangerous. Because now, if she disappeared for even one day, my whole mood changed. One evening, after college, heavy rain started suddenly. The kind of rain that makes the whole campus look like a movie scene and destroys every student’s travel plans. I was stuck near the library with no umbrella, watching people run for cover like survivors in an action film. That’s when my phone rang. Sana. I answered immediately. “Hello?” “Where are you?” she asked. “Near the library. Dying.” She laughed. “I’m near the HOD Office. I have an umbrella. Come there.” I smiled like an idiot. “On my way.” The HOD Office was on the other side of the campus so I ran somehow surviving from rain and By the time I reached, I was already half wet. She was standing there holding black umbrella, wearing a white kurti with a blue dupatta... Holding his pokemon beg... Rain and Soft evening light. Honestly, at this point the weather itself was helping my love story. She looked at me and shook her head. “You’re useless.” she said “And yet, here you are.” I replied She rolled her eyes and moved the umbrella slightly toward me. “Come here.” she said Now came the dangerous part. Walking under one umbrella with your crush should honestly be banned. It is too powerful. We walked slowly toward the main gate, shoulders brushing every few seconds because the umbrella was too small and my heart was too weak. At one point, the road was muddy and slippery. She almost slipped. Without thinking, I held her hand. Instant silence. She looked at our hands. I looked at our hands. The rain looked at our hands. Nobody moved. Then she said softly, “Good reflex.” I replied, somehow surviving, “National-level talent.” But neither of us let go immediately. And that silence said more than words. As we kept walking, she suddenly asked, She: “Can I ask you something?” Me: “Hmm?” She: “Why were you really jealous that day? About my cousin?” I looked ahead. Because saying because I like you like an idiot felt too dangerous. So I said, “I don’t know… maybe because I like having you around.” She stayed quiet. Then softly— “I like having you around too.” That sentence hit harder than any love confession. Before I could reply, we reached the gate. And right there her cousin.. Standing.. Watching. Like the final boss of romance. He looked at my hand. Then at me. Then at Sana. I immediately let go like I touched electricity. Sana looked completely normal. “Bhai, relax. He’s not kidnapping me.” Her cousin stared for two more painful seconds and said, “Helmet pehna karo auto mein bhi.” I had no idea what that meant. But I nodded like it was life advice. “Yes bhai.” He drove her home. I survived. Barely. That night, around 1:17 AM, my phone buzzed. Sana: You got scared of my brother today 😂 Me: Respect. Not fear. Sana: Liar. Me: Slight fear. Very slight. Sana: Good. Stay that way 😌 Then after two minutes— Sana: Also… thanks for holding my hand today. I stared at that message for a full minute. Then typed. Deleted. Typed again. Deleted again. Finally, I sent: Me: I would’ve done it again. After that, things became… different. Not awkwardly, Worse. Dangerously comfortable. She started calling me more often instead of texting. Sometimes for important things. Mostly for nonsense. “Which assignment did sir ask for?” “Need my help.” “Rate my handwriting.” “Do I look dead in this photo?” And sometimes… No reason at all. Just silence. Just presence. And I was dumb enough to reply her by making her angry. One night, around 11:30 PM, she called.

“Since then,” she said, “most boys maintain a very safe distance.” I smiled nervously. “Understandable. Very understandable.” She laughed. I was both relaxed and anxious at the same time. Relaxed because at least I knew she wasn’t secretly dating someone. Anxious because if I ever messed up, I might become a public example. But somehow, I kept the conversation smooth. We moved into old school memories, embarrassing stories, family chaos, hostel struggles, and dreams for the future. Then she said something that stayed with me. She told me she wanted a peaceful life. Good work. A small happy home. And people who stayed. That last part stayed in my mind. I asked softly, “People who stayed?” She looked down at her drink for a second before smiling faintly. “Yeah… I think people leaving changes you. After some point, you stop expecting anyone to stay.” Her voice was calm, but something inside it felt heavy. For the first time, I saw a quieter side of her. Not the teasing, laughing Sana… …but someone who had learned how to hide pain behind jokes. I didn’t ask too much. I just said softly, “Maybe some people stay.” She looked at me. Really looked at me. And for a few seconds, neither of us said anything. Then, of course— my stupid phone rang. My best friend. At the worst possible cinematic moment. She started laughing while I aggressively declined the call. “Important person?” she asked. “Unfortunately, yes. Professional idiot.” That broke the seriousness, and we both laughed again. As evening turned into sunset, we stepped outside the café and started walking slowly toward the campus road. The air felt lighter. Comfortable. No awkwardness. No pretending. Just us. As we reached the gate, she stopped and looked at me. “I had fun today.” Simple words. But somehow, they meant everything. “Me too,” I said. Then she smiled and added, “And for the record… I’m glad that bike guy made you jealous.” Before I could reply, she turned and walked away with that same smile. And once again, I stood there like an idiot… smiling at nothing. That night, when I reached my room, there was already a message from her. Sana: Reached home. Also… next time, don’t wear that much perfume 😏 I stared at my screen in horror. Then another message came. Sana: But… it was nice :) And just like that, I knew— I was completely gone.

Chapter 6 – The Café Date --------- We reached the café. As the auto stopped, I stepped out first and turned back toward her. Without thinking too much, I offered my hand to help her get down. She looked at my hand, then at me, and smiled mischievously. “Someone is getting romantic…” I tried to stay calm and replied, “It is what you think.” She raised an eyebrow, still smiling, and placed her hand in mine. For one second—just one second—her fingers touched mine, soft and warm, and I swear my heartbeat forgot its job. She stepped out, and we both walked toward the café entrance. The café was called Bubble Bistro. It had that perfect aesthetic vibe students secretly love—wooden tables, cracked vintage-style windows, warm yellow lamp lights hanging from the ceiling, and walls covered with Gen-Z quotes and random funny slangs like ‘Main character energy only’ and ‘Delulu is the solulu.’ The whole place felt cozy, soft, and strangely romantic. A waiter welcomed us politely and guided us toward a table near the window. Before Sana could sit, the waiter quickly pulled the chair for her. I immediately said, “Sir, I can do that… you take rest.” For two full seconds, there was silence. Then Sana burst out laughing. Not a small laugh. A proper laugh. I sat there questioning every life decision that brought me to this moment. The waiter smiled politely like he had seen many fools before me and stepped back. Still smiling, Sana sat down. Then the waiter pulled the chair for me too. Even he was enjoying this. He asked, “Water, sir?” “Cold water please,” I said quickly. “And same for her.” That auto ride had emotionally and physically dehydrated me. The waiter nodded and left. And then… Silence. I looked at her. She looked at me. Then smiled. I smiled back. Then looked away. Even with the AC on, I could feel myself sweating like I was giving a viva presentation. Five whole minutes passed like that. No one speaking. Just nervous smiles and unnecessary water glass adjustments. Finally, the waiter returned with water and the menu card. He placed it on the table and left. Now came my next mistake. I picked up the menu and politely handed it to her. “What would you like?” She looked at me and said softly, “Whatever you want… I’ll have the same.” At that moment, I should have confidently chosen something. But my brain had already left the café. So I said, “Then let’s have coffee. That’s what we came for.” She lowered her head slightly and quietly said, “Okay…” Something about that “okay” felt wrong. Like she agreed… but didn’t really want to. Immediately, my overthinking activated. Great. First official café date and I already ruined it. I quickly leaned forward and said, “Actually… wait. We came all the way here and we drink coffee almost every day. Let’s try something better.” She looked up. I continued, “What do you think about bubble tea? It’s their specialty here.” Then, trying to sound confident, I called the waiter and ordered two bubble teas and a bubble sandwich. She looked at me for a second… …and smiled. That smile alone felt like full marks in an exam I didn’t study for. Slowly, the conversation started flowing again. She told me about the places she had gone with her friends, little café trips, random shopping plans, late-night birthday surprises, and college memories. Then suddenly she said, “You know… you’re actually the first guy I’ve come out like this with.” I blinked. “Really? You never had guy friends?” She shook her head. “Not really. People seem scared of me.” I laughed. “You? Scary? Impossible.” She gave me a look. “In first year, one guy from college wrote me a vulgar love letter. Not romantic. Just stupid and disrespectful.” Her voice changed slightly. “My brother found out.” I already knew where this story was going. She continued calmly, “He came to campus the next day, called that guy outside class… and beat him in front of everyone.” I nearly dropped my glass. She casually sipped water like she was discussing weather.

“Like the auto driver kidnapped you.” I laughed nervously. “I’m completely relaxed.” Right then the auto hit a pothole, and I almost lost balance. She laughed so hard she had to hold the seat. “Very relaxed,” she said. I shook my head. “This driver is testing my character.” A few minutes later, I finally gathered courage and asked casually, “By the way… your cousin…” She turned toward me. “Hmm?” “I saw him just now… he was… um… beating someone.” She looked completely calm. “Oh, that.” “That?” I repeated. “You’re saying that like it’s normal.” She smiled. “Are you scared of him?” I straightened up immediately. “No.” She gave me a look. “A little,” I admitted. She laughed. “Don’t be afraid. It’s his daily routine. That guy probably borrowed money and didn’t return it… or said something stupid. My cousin solves everything with either his bike or his hands.” That somehow made me feel both relaxed and more anxious. Relaxed - because at least he wasn’t randomly violent. Anxious - because now I knew he was professionally violent. She noticed my expression and smiled. “Don’t worry. He’s actually nice… if he likes you.” That sentence did not help. At all. But somehow, talking to her made everything lighter. We moved on to random conversations again childhood gossip about how I beat a guy when i was little over cricket how terrible i was that time and her endless teasing about my cafeteria accident. The ride felt short. Too short. I wanted the road to be longer, the traffic worse, the red lights endless. Because for the first time, sitting beside someone in complete silence didn’t feel awkward. It felt nice. At exactly 5:02 PM, we reached the café. The auto stopped. Reality returned. I paid the driver, stepped out, and looked at her. She adjusted her hair, looked at the café entrance, then back at me with that same smile. “Ready, clumsy boy?” I smiled. Honestly? Not at all. But for her “Always.”

Chapter 5 – The Auto Ride ----------- The next day, I started getting ready at 4:20 PM. Yes, forty minutes early. And no, I’m not proud of it. I kept telling myself I was just being punctual, but the truth was obvious.. I was nervous. Very nervous. I changed my shirt three times in the hostel, asked my friend which shoes looked less “desperate,” and even used perfume like I was preparing for a Bollywood climax scene. My friend looked at me and said, “Bro, it’s coffee, not your wedding.” I ignored him. At exactly 4:40 PM, I left the hostel and reached the pickup spot we had decided near the main road by 4:45. I messaged her: Me: I’m here. She replied almost instantly: Sana: Coming. That one word was enough to make my heartbeat double. While waiting, I looked around and suddenly noticed someone familiar near the paan shop across the road. Her cousin. The same Royal Enfield guy. He was standing there smoking a cigarette, casually leaning against his bike like he owned the entire street. I immediately got nervous. What if he sees me? What if he asks questions? What if he thinks I’m kidnapping his sister? Before my overthinking could stop, two other guys arrived. One of them was dragging another boy by the collar, almost pulling him across the road. Sana’s cousin calmly threw his cigarette down, crushed it under his shoe, walked forward and slapped that guy so hard even I felt it. Then another slap. And another. The poor guy kept begging, almost folding his hands. “Bhai, please… sorry bhai… galti ho gayi…” My legs actually started shaking. I had no idea what the issue was, but I knew one thing for sure I definitely did not want relationship approval from that man. I was still processing the live action crime scene when I looked up And saw Sana walking toward me. For a second, everything else disappeared. She was wearing a deep red kurti with delicate golden embroidery near the sleeves and neckline, simple but somehow impossible to ignore. White churidar, silver earrings that moved softly when she walked, and a small red bindi resting perfectly on her forehead. Her hair was open this time, falling naturally over her shoulders, moving gently with the evening breeze. No heavy makeup. No trying too hard. Just her. And somehow, that was enough to make her look more beautiful than anyone I had ever seen. The sunlight was fading behind her, and for one stupid dramatic second, I genuinely felt like background music should start playing. No dramatic movie entrance. No slow motion. Just her walking toward me casually, looking around for me. But to me, it felt like a full cinema scene. She spotted me and smiled. And just like that, my fear, my nervousness, my common sense everything disappeared. “Wow… you actually came. And early too. I’m impressed,” she said, looking straight into my eyes. I smirked. “I like proving people wrong.” She narrowed her eyes. “No, I think you were scared I’d leave if you got late.” “Also possible,” I replied. She laughed. And honestly, I would’ve paid money just to hear that laugh again. I quickly called for an auto. It stopped near us, and for one brief second, I tried to act like some perfect gentleman from a romance movie. I opened my hand slightly and said, “Madam, your royal vehicle has arrived.” She laughed again and stepped inside. Yes, ideally, a gentleman should book a car. But I was a first-year student surviving on hostel food and emotional damage, so auto-rickshaw romance would have to do. She sat first, near the window side, and I sat beside her. Very close beside her. Way too close for my heart to behave normally. The auto started moving, and suddenly I became hyper-aware of everything her perfume, the soft sound of her bangles, the way her hair kept brushing slightly against my shoulder whenever the auto hit a speed breaker. Every tiny moment felt illegal. I sat there trying to act normal while internally fighting for survival. She looked at me and smiled slightly. “Why are you sitting like that?” “Like what?”

Chapter 4 – Three Days Later ---------- Three full days passed with complete silence from her side. No reply. Nothing. I checked my phone more times than I’d like to admit. Every notification made my heart jump, only to end in disappointment. Instagram? Not her. College group spam? Definitely not her. Even my friends started noticing how distracted I was. "Bro, what happened? That bike guy took your girl or what" my friend said while laughing. “Very helpful,” I replied dryly. Honestly, I felt terrible. Maybe I had ruined everything by asking about that guy. Maybe she thought I was being too nosy. Maybe she actually had a boyfriend and didn’t want to explain it. My brain had created at least fifty painful possibilities. On the fourth day, I was walking toward the library after class, still half-lost in thought, when I saw her. Sana. She was standing near the staircase, holding a few books against her chest. She wore a simple bright yellow kurti paired with white pajamas. The kurti had delicate white embroidery along the neckline and sleeves, nothing flashy. Her hair was tied in a loose ponytail with a few strands falling softly around her face. She had no makeup on just her natural glow, clear skin, and that same warm smile I remembered from the cafeteria. She looked effortlessly beautiful, the kind of pretty that doesn’t try too hard. My heart instantly forgot how to beat properly. For a second, I thought about turning around and escaping. But before I could, she looked up and saw me. Eye contact. No escape now. She said something to her friend, who walked away, and then Sana started walking toward me. Every step she took made me more nervous. She stopped right in front of me, crossed her arms, and gave me a look. “So,” she said, “you think every guy with a bike is automatically my boyfriend?” I opened my mouth, then closed it again. She shook her head, trying not to smile. “That was my cousin, idiot.” I blinked. “...Your cousin?” “Yes. My cousin. My mother’s sister’s son. Family. Blood relation. Should I explain more?” she said dramatically. I let out the biggest breath of relief in human history. “Oh thank God,” I said before I could stop myself. She raised an eyebrow. “Oh? Thank God?” I realized what I had just said and immediately started panicking. “No... I mean not like.... that I just.... because I thought.... maybe you know” She started laughing... Properly laughing. And somehow, that made everything better. After she calmed down, she looked at me and said softly, “I didn’t reply because I wanted to see how long you’d stay nervous.” I stared at her. “You did that on purpose?” “Maybe,” she said with a small smile. “Cruel.” I replied “A little.” she smirks We stood there smiling like two complete idiots in the middle of the college corridor. Then she adjusted the books in her hand and asked casually, “Anyway… since you were so concerned, should I assume you were jealous?” Straight attack. I tried to act confident. “Maybe a little.” She looked at me for a second longer than usual. Then she smiled. “I thought so.” Before I could recover from that sentence, she said, “I’m going to the café outside campus after class tomorrow. My friends cancelled. If you’re free… you can come. Unless you’re scared.” I smiled instantly. “Scared? Please. I only fall off chairs and spill water. I’m very brave.” She laughed again. “Tomorrow. 5 PM. Don’t be late, clumsy boy.” And just like that, she walked away. I stood there like a statue, watching her leave, with the stupidest smile on my face. Tomorrow wasn’t just coffee. It felt like the beginning of something.

Chapter 3 - The Online Chat --------- That night I told one of my close friends the whole story. He listened and said, “Bro, why don’t you just ask her directly?” I hesitated. “I haven’t even messaged her once yet… what if she already has a boyfriend?” My friend shrugged. “If she had a boyfriend, why would she talk to you for so long and give you her number? Just message her, yaar. Stop overthinking.” That gave me the push I needed. It was almost midnight when I finally opened the chat and typed: “Hi, guess who?” She replied after a couple of minutes: “Who?” I smiled nervously and wrote, “I thought you had a good memory 😅” She replied: “I do… but not for unknown people.” “I’m not unknown,” I typed back. “Who are you? Else I’m blocking,” she said. I chuckled and went with the silly riddle: “guess… I’m someone you might know from a place where you eat, and a place where you digest that food you eat. Guess who am I?” There was a pause of almost a minute, then: “Haha as expected from you. Cafeteria's clumsy boy 😂” I grinned. “Haha yeah, that was smooth of me. This is nothing much actually. Once I slept in the classroom during a boring lecture. When I woke up, the professor was standing right there staring at me 😭” Sana: 😂😂 No way! What did the professor say? Me: He just said “sleep sleep, you must be doing a lot of work at home at night” and told me to sleep on the last corner desk of the class. I went there and slept 😂😂 Sana: Hahaha, at least you didn’t enter the wrong restroom like me. In first year I was in a hurry and accidentally went into the boys’ restroom. Opened the door and saw two guys washing their hands. I froze for a second then just ran out without saying anything. Still feel awkward whenever I pass that area 😅 Me: 😂😂 That’s even worse! Did they say something? Sana: One of them just laughed. I was so embarrassed for the whole week. Never told anyone in my class about it. We kept chatting about random college stuff after that. Since she was a senior, I tried not to sound too eager. Me: So you’re in your second year, right? I’m a first year CSE. Sana: Yeah, second year. Same branch. Me: Oh nice. Seniors must have it easier… any tips for surviving the first year? 😅 Sana: Not really easier 😂 Just more assignments and stricter attendance. Me: Noted. Do you hate any professors? Sana: I did not like that taklu NP Singh. His lectures are so slow, he is very egoistic and he is so fossilized. Me: Exactly! He threw me out from his class on the first day of college. Sana: 😂 I believe you. My attendance is barely surviving because of him. Try to sit in the back row if you can. Me: Good advice, senior ma’am 😂 I’ll remember that. Sana: Haha, don’t call me ma’am. Just Sana is fine. Then we moved on to the canteen and daily college life. Me: You bring lunch from home or eat in the canteen? Sana: Mostly from home now. But can’t eat that. Me: Why? Sana: My friend in class finishes my tiffin in the first lecture so nothing lasts till lunch. Me: Hahaha foodie friends. Sana: Yes, I cook for them. The chat kept going naturally. We shared a few more small stories like how she got scolded for submitting an assignment late and how she once submitted the wrong file practical. It felt easy, like we were slowly opening up. It was almost 3 AM when she said: Sana: Okay I’m really sleepy now… never stayed awake this late 😴 Me: Don’t lie… you must be talking to your boyfriend this late every night 😂 She replied instantly with an angry emoji: “Who told you I have a boyfriend?? 😠” I froze for a second. After thinking, I decided to just ask directly but calmly: Me: The boy who came to pick you up on the Royal Enfield the other day… he was your boyfriend, right? The message showed “Seen.” No reply came. I stared at the screen, heart sinking. Did I mess up? Was she annoyed? Or did she actually have a boyfriend? My mind was racing with questions as I finally put the phone down and tried to sleep. Three full days passed with complete silence from her side. No reply. Nothing.

Chapter 2 - Who was that? ------------------- After that amazing first conversation in the cafeteria, everything felt like a dream. As I was saving her number in my phone, it suddenly hit me I had completely forgotten to ask her name! My heart started pounding again with nervousness. I looked at her and said, “Umm… what name should I save your number under?” She tilted her head with that same sweet smile and replied casually, “Whatever you like.” Feeling a little bold, I teased her and suggested some random, silly name just to see her reaction. She laughed and quickly shook her head, “No no, Sana is okay for me.” Sana. The name felt perfect. I repeated it in my head the entire way back to my hostel. That day was easily the happiest I would had since joining college. I kept replaying every moment her smile, the way she laughed at my clumsy spill, how effortlessly we talked for an hour. I was daydreaming nonstop, smiling like an idiot in class, and that night I fell asleep still thinking about her, literally dreaming of us chatting again. The next day, though, reality hit. I was way too nervous to approach her again on campus, and even though I had her number now, I overthought everything and didn’t message her for the next five or six days. Every time I opened the chat, I’d type something and immediately delete it, scared I’d sound too eager or weird. Then, one afternoon, I spotted her on the college playground. She looked stunning wearing a fitted black dress that fell just above her knees, simple yet elegant, with her hair tied back loosely and a light scarf draped around her shoulders. The dress had subtle lace details on the sleeves that caught the sunlight, making her stand out against the green field. She was standing near the benches, checking her phone, clearly waiting for someone. This time I didn’t hesitate. I walked straight up to her with a grin and said, “Are you waiting for me?” She looked up, recognized me instantly, and replied with perfect sarcasm, “Yes, of course.” I played along, “Yes yes, how could you forget me?” She shot back instantly, “Actually… I did.” “Ouch, that hurts my feelings,” I said, clutching my chest dramatically. We both laughed, and just like that, the conversation flowed again. We chatted for a good 15-20 minutes about random college stuff upcoming exams, the worst canteen food, and how boring some lectures were. It felt easy and fun, just like the cafeteria day. Then, out of nowhere, I heard the loud, deep rumble of a Royal Enfield Classic bike pulling up nearby. The guy riding it revved the engine once with a loud horn. Sana turned her head, waved at him, and said, “Yes yes, coming!” She turned back to me with a quick smile and said, “See you around,” before hopping on the back of the bike. They rode off together, and I just stood there watching. The rest of the day, my mind was spinning. Who was that guy? Her boyfriend? A friend? A brother? The questions wouldn’t stop.

Chapter 1 - A Nervous chat ------------------- when I first joined college. From day one, I kept noticing this one girl. We’d bump into each other almost everywhere in the corridors, near the library, sometimes even while walking to the parking lot. Our eyes would meet for a split second, but I never had the courage to say anything. I’d just smile awkwardly and keep walking, heart racing every single time. After a few weeks of these random “almost encounters,” I finally told my friends about her. They all gave me the same advice: “Bro, just go talk to her. What’s the worst that can happen?” Easier said than done, but after overthinking it for days, I decided to take the leap. That day, I spotted her in the cafeteria during peak class hours. Surprisingly, she was sitting alone at a corner table, quietly having her lunch. The timing felt perfect no crowd around her, no friends to make it awkward. My stomach was doing backflips, but I told myself this was my chance. I walked up to her table, trying my best to look casual. “Hey… we keep running into each other all the time. What batch are you in?” I asked, hoping my voice didn’t sound as shaky as I felt. She looked up, and to my relief, she smiled warmly. “Oh hey! I’m in the second year, Computer Science batch,” she replied nicely, with a soft laugh. Encouraged by her friendly response, I gathered whatever courage I had left and asked, “May I sit here?” “Sure,” she said, still smiling. As I pulled out the chair and tried to sit down, my nerves got the best of me. In the most embarrassing moment possible, I half-fell into the seat, and my hand accidentally knocked over her glass of water. It spilled everywhere across the table, making a complete mess. I froze for a second, feeling my face burn with embarrassment. Before I could even apologize properly, she quickly grabbed some tissues and started wiping the table while laughing lightly. “Oh no, it’s okay! Don’t worry about it,” she said, handing me a few tissues too. That small act of kindness broke the ice completely. We ended up talking for over an hour. She was incredibly sweet and surprisingly talkative nothing like the quiet girl I had imagined from our brief hallway glances. We chatted about our classes, favorite subjects, horrible professors, and even some random college gossip. The conversation flowed so naturally that I almost forgot how nervous I was at the beginning. By the end of it, I decided to take one more risk. “Hey, would you mind if I have your number? Maybe we can talk sometime,” I asked, trying to sound as chill as possible. To my pleasant surprise, she smiled again and gave me her number without hesitation.

My friend group has 18 girls and 5 guys who tries to hit on all of us while we ignore them.

Hey, just want to say anyone can seem sweet online so take your time and protect your personal info

Morning thoughts ☕🌅 Koi relate kare toh batao 😊 Subah ki thandi hawa mein, Khilti dhoop ka naya ehsaas hai. Pehli kiran ki woh pyaari chamak, Aur sukoon ka rasta bhi khas hai. Coffee ki khushbu mein ghuli baatein, Jaise kudrat ka koi anmol saaz hai. Is saher ki dhoop mein woh thandi leher, Dil mein ubharta hua naya ehsaas hai. Kisi ki smile ki woh saadgi dil ko chhoo jaaye, Jaise subah ki pehli kiran mein koi baat hai. Chalo coffee par milkar baat ki jaye, Kyuki janna hai koi kitna khas hai.

Bruh 💀💀💀