𝐃𝐇𝐑𝐔𝐕𝐈 : 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞

Sometimes, the loudest love is the one that stays quiet...

I saw him for the first time on a rainy Monday morning.

Hair damp, eyes distracted, voice wrapped in a laugh that didn’t belong to me.

And just like that, something in me shifted—

not dramatically, not like the books say—

but softly, like pages turning in a forgotten diary.

He wasn’t mine.

Not by fate, not by chance, not even by accident.

But he made me feel seen… even when he didn’t look.

People say love is about timing.

But what if you fall for someone at the wrong time,

in the wrong way,

with the kind of heart that doesn’t know how to speak?

I never told him.

Not when he smiled at me like I mattered.

Not when he stood inches away, unaware of the storm in my chest.

Not even when I knew he’d never be mine.

This is not a love story.

Not the kind you read with happy endings and grand gestures.

This is a story of watching someone from a distance—

Of loving quietly.

Of losing without ever holding.

This is the story of Dhruvi.

Of a girl who loved deeply…

and a boy who never knew.

--- 𝗙𝗼𝗿 𝘀𝗽𝗼𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗼𝘄 𝗼𝗻 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗺- 𝘇𝗼𝘆𝗮_𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝘇𝘇