Iksha

I have no idea, what I was thinking when i met him for the first time.

Life has always been dramatic but in a very simple way.

I had a stable job, stayed with my parents, hung out with my friends when I could, and that was pretty much it.

Love?

That felt like something meant for other people.

I wasn’t closed off to it, I was actually a biggest hopeless romantic you could ever meet. And they say it right, hopeless romantic with delusion soul sucks. For me the kind of I love desire doesn't even exist to others the way it exists in me.

I always kept myself away from it, because I wanted it in my way.

But maybe I was wrong. Maybe we don’t always get to choose how love happens.

Because when I met him. That stranger with this serious face and calm energy, I felt something. I didn’t know what it was, but it was enough to stick with me.

He wasn’t charming. Not the loud kind in anyway. He was… composed. The kind of man who notices everything but says very little.

And yet, he stayed in my head.

It was strange how fast something so small started to matter.

A ruined dress, a fight, a few random conversations and suddenly I was thinking about someone I barely knew.

I didn’t know who he really was.

Or how much his life could affect mine.

But I was curious. A little too curious, maybe.

Looking back, I still smile at how it all started.

So ordinary. So random.

But then again, maybe all the best things begin like that.

Krishit

I’ve always kept my life simple, clear focus, clean goals.

Since I was a teenager, all I wanted was to serve.

No distractions. No relationships. No messy attachments.

My job doesn’t exactly leave space for things like that.

And honestly, I was okay with it.

Until she showed up.

I didn’t even mean to notice her.

But I did.

She had this energy. Like the world didn’t scare her. Like she could walk into a room and fill it without even trying.

And the way she talked, laughed, reacted, it was the complete opposite of how I lived.

I remember thinking she’s the kind of person who feels everything. And I’ve spent years learning not to.

But she got through, somehow.

Not all at once. Not in some dramatic way.

Just little by little. A few conversations. Some shared silence. A moment where I realized I didn’t want to avoid it anymore.

She made me feel things I hadn’t planned for.

And I knew, even before

I was ready to admit it, that she was going to be important.