The Guy Who Fell Too Fast
If you ask around Shri Varma Engineering College about Rohit Sharma, you’ll hear one of two things:
“Good guy, bit of a fool in love.” Or… “Stay away from him unless you want a proposal within the week.”
The truth? Both were correct.
Rohit had a habit — no, a curse — of falling in love at first sight. Not with just anyone. He didn’t go crazy for flashy beauty, loud personalities, or the “it” crowd. No.
He fell for kindness.
A girl helping a lost fresher find her classroom. A girl who stayed back after fest practice to clean up the mess. A girl who smiled at the canteen worker and said “thank you” without looking over her shoulder to see if anyone noticed.
It was those small, fleeting moments that trapped him. And once they did… his heart ran ahead while his brain stayed two miles behind.
The History of Falling Too Fast
By the time Rohit stepped into his third year, he had already proposed to ten different girls in college. Not all at once — but enough for his friends to keep a mental scoreboard.
Some laughed it off, some rejected politely, and a few simply ignored him.
Only once… did someone say yes.
Her name was Nisha, a second-year from the IT department. She was kind, soft-spoken, and for a while, they fit perfectly together. But life had other plans — family pressure on her side, academic stress on his — and they separated quietly. No drama, no public scenes. Just two people who had to walk different paths.
It was August — the monsoon had turned the college lawns into a patchwork of green velvet. The classrooms smelled of damp wood and chalk dust. Rohit sat in the back row of Room 304, pretending to listen to a lecture on microprocessors while doodling in his notebook.
In front of him, Arjun was half-asleep, his head nodding dangerously close to the desk. Next to Arjun, Sameer was whispering something about a cricket match Rohit didn’t care about.
He was too busy replaying last week’s encounter in his mind — the girl from the library who had asked him about “Data Structures in C.” He didn’t know where it was, but he’d helped her search anyway, just to spend a little more time with her.
The Festival That Changed the Game
The campus festival, Varma Utsav, came a week later. It was the kind of event that transformed the sleepy corridors into a carnival — food stalls, music stages, photo booths, and a makeshift open mic corner where students took turns singing Bollywood songs slightly off-key.
Rohit wasn’t particularly interested. But his class was handling the debate competition, so he had to be there for the sound setup.
That’s when he saw her.
She was standing by the side of the debate stage, holding cue cards, her hair loosely braided over one shoulder. She wasn’t wearing anything flashy — just a pale blue kurti with tiny silver embroidery — but she carried herself like she belonged exactly where she was. Confident. Steady.
Her name, he learned from the host, was Aakriti Menon.
For the next three days of the fest, Rohit kept finding reasons to be near the stage — adjusting the mic, checking the lighting, offering water bottles. Each time, she smiled politely.
On the closing day, he couldn’t hold it in anymore. “Aakriti, I know this is sudden… but I like you. I think you’re amazing, and I’d like to know you better. Would you… consider being with me?”
She blinked, then gave a soft, apologetic smile. “Rohit, you’re sweet. But I’m not looking for anything right now.”
Rejection hurt, but Rohit never let it turn him bitter. They stayed friends for a while — casual chats, exchanging notes — until life pulled them apart.
By winter, she was just another closed chapter.
And Then… Destiny Walked In
It was during his fourth semester, on a lazy Sunday afternoon, that Rohit met the girl who would rewrite everything.
Not at a fest. Not in class. But in his own home.
Meera, his college “sister,” had come over to return a notebook — and with her came Saanvi, her best friend.
The moment Rohit walked into the living room, Saanvi stood up. She didn’t smile, didn’t greet him. She simply excused herself and walked out — as if the air in the room had shifted the second he entered.
From that day on, it became a pattern. Whenever Rohit came near, she would leave. No words. No small talk. Not even a nod.
He didn’t know why. But something about her silence made him want to understand her… more than any girl before.
