Ishana:
"Why is everything always going wrong for me?"
The words echoed in my mind as I stood on the terrace, staring into the night. It felt like my life was nothing but a collection of mistakes, a string of bad luck that never seemed to end. I just wanted—no, needed—something to change. A miracle, I thought, just one miracle, and maybe life could finally be... normal.
Hey, I'm Ishana. I'm that girl who's often found wandering around the terrace at night, listening to music, lost in my thoughts. It's the only time I feel some peace. But lately, I've been waiting for something more. Waiting for my life to shift, to finally feel... like I could enjoy it.
Abhi:
"Hey, I'm Abhi. I'm a doctor…"
I could hear the quiet confidence in his voice, even though he barely knew I was listening. The words stuck with me, though. There was something about him.
I like a girl who lives across from this hospital…
He paused, and I could sense the hesitation, like he wasn't sure whether or not he should admit it out loud. Does she know? he wondered. It was funny, how the things he said mirrored my own unspoken thoughts.
She always comes out on the terrace at night…
I could almost feel the quiet longing in his words. The kind of silent yearning that stirs something deep inside you. And I couldn't help but wonder, did she know someone was secretly admiring her from afar?
Ishana:
I had just returned from college, the end of my final year inching closer with each passing day. Soon, I'd be a heart surgeon. But for now, I was just me—walking the same terrace, watching the same stars.
ON THE TERRACE
I was lost in the rhythm of my music, my thoughts swirling, when something caught my eye. A figure, moving down the stairs.
He was wearing a long white coat that reached his knees, and he moved with a quiet confidence that almost took my breath away.
Damn. The moment he looked up, our eyes met. Time seemed to stop, like the entire universe paused just for us. For a heartbeat, the world around me blurred, and all I could see was him. My heart raced, a little faster than it should have.
But I didn't think he noticed me. No, it was impossible. I was just another face in the crowd to him.
Then, he looked back again. And just like that, I felt it—a spark, a connection. My heart skipped a beat. Was this real? Or was I just imagining things?
Was he… watching me, too?