Indu, on the other hand, never really expressed her love for Arnav. As the years passed, she realized by the final year that Arnav might never have liked her. Or maybe Indu was just a bit selfish in her own way, acting like she didn't care, even though she noticed every single detail about Arnav.
When Arnav was around, Indu would think of him and write something about him in her notes. But when Arnav looked her way, Indu seemed so distant to him, like she was in her own world.
Whenever Indu saw Arnav, he appeared either too attentive or strangely sad, like there was something he couldn't express, something that made him uncomfortable. Indu wondered if maybe Arnav was uncomfortable with her looks, or maybe he was just shy.
She spent so much time overthinking, living in her own mind, that it became impossible for anyone to really understand who Indu was inside. Most importantly, Indu was her own harshest critic.
Arnav, on the other hand, was handsome, confident, and had this effortless charm about him. He didn't overthink things; he was just genuine, comfortable in his own skin, and completely at ease with his boy gang.
Indu, however, was the opposite—she wasn't the type to engage with people much. It was always about her own world.
There were countless times when Indu wanted to confess her feelings to Arnav, to tell him how she truly felt. But each time, doubt would cloud her thoughts: "It's all in your head. He doesn't even notice you. Maybe he's just looking because you're staring at him." And then, as if on a loop, the next thought would come: "I need to be stronger, more confident before I even think about talking to him. Otherwise, he'll just brush me off or think I'm not worth his time."