Elina couldn't stop thinking about what Meet said.
"I'm pretty sure Bhagyavir knew too."
The thought wouldn't leave her.
So she decided to do something she hadn't done before—
She went to Bhagyavir.
He was in the library, sitting alone like always, flipping through a book he probably wasn't even reading.
Quiet. Composed. Untouchable.
"Elina," he said without looking up. "You've been staring for a while."
She froze. "How do you always know?"
He closed the book slowly and looked at her. "Because you don't hide things well."
That sounded familiar.
Meet had said the same thing.
Elina walked closer, her heartbeat steady but strong. "I need to ask you something."
"Then ask."
She hesitated—but only for a second.
"You knew, didn't you?"
Bhagyavir didn't react immediately.
Didn't deny it either.
"Knew what?" he asked calmly.
"About Abhinav," she said. "His feelings."
A pause.
Then—
"Yes."
Just one word.
No guilt. No hesitation.
Elina felt something twist inside her. "And you didn't say anything?"
"I didn't need to."
Her brows furrowed. "Didn't need to? Bhagyavir, everything is messed up now because of that!"
He leaned back slightly, still calm. "It would've happened anyway."
"That doesn't mean you just watch it happen!" she snapped.
For a moment—
Something in his eyes shifted.
Not anger.
Something sharper.
"I don't 'just watch,' Elina," he said quietly.
The way he said it made her go still.
"Then what do you do?" she asked, softer now.
Bhagyavir looked at her for a long moment.
"I wait," he said.
Elina's heart skipped.
"Wait for what?"
"For people to show who they really are," he replied.
Silence filled the space between them.
Then she asked the question she wasn't sure she wanted the answer to—
"Did you… do anything?"
Bhagyavir didn't look away.
"I made sure things moved forward."
Her breath caught. "What does that mean?"
He didn't answer directly.
Instead, he said—
"If he didn't say it that night… he would've kept hiding it. And you would've kept pretending not to notice."
Elina's chest tightened.
"Sometimes," Bhagyavir continued, voice calm but firm,
"people need a push."
Her mind flashed back—
The tension.
The timing.
Everything feeling too perfectly chaotic.
"You're saying… you wanted this to happen?"
"I knew it would happen," he corrected.
"That's not the same thing!"
"It is," he said quietly.
Elina stepped back slightly, overwhelmed.
"This isn't normal, Bhagyavir…"
For the first time—
He stood up.
Now the distance between them felt smaller.
More intense.
"Nothing about us is normal," he said.
Her heart raced.
"Why are you doing this?" she whispered.
He looked straight at her—
No teasing.
No games.
Just honesty.
"Because I don't like unfinished things."
Her breath caught again.
"And you?" she asked. "What are you trying to finish?"
A pause.
Then—
"You."
The word hit harder than it should have.
Not loud.
Not dramatic.
But direct.
Elina didn't know what to feel anymore.
Abhinav's emotions were real.
Meet's silence was meaningful.
And Bhagyavir…
Bhagyavir was something else entirely.
Not just feeling.
Not just observing.
But moving things into place.
As she walked away, her thoughts spiraling—
One realization stayed with her:
This wasn't just about who liked her anymore.
It was about who understood her…
And who was willing to change everything to be part of her story.