People say love takes time.
Mine took exactly 3.7 seconds – from the moment she walked into our economics class.
She was not loud or flashy. No dramatic hair flips, no heavy makeup.
She was just… effortlessly there.
Like how the smell of coffee sneaks up on you in the middle of a bad day — ☕ comforting and oddly distracting.
"Ritesh, sambhal ja. Ye mohabbat ka chakkar hai." I muttered to myself.
For the next few days, I found myself sitting at weird angles in the canteen—just so I could "accidentally" catch a glimpse of her.
And when I did?
💓 Heartbeat went full dhak-dhak mode, like some overacting Bollywood hero.
But soon, I noticed something else — I was not the only one noticing her.
There were at least five other guys orbiting her like mosquitoes around a tubelight.
🦟🌀
I took the hint.
"Beta Ritesh, line mei lagne wale sabji ke thele par theek lagte hai — pyaar mei nahi."
So I stepped back. Quietly.
Until Professor Mathur ruined my well-planned emotional retirement.
"Project teams are up," he announced. "Groups of three. List is outside."
I strolled out lazily, scanned the sheet, and there it was:
Group 5: Ritesh, Aarav… and Stuti.
I blinked.
Twice.
"Wah Zindagi… pehle dard diya, ab assignment bhi." 😶🌫️