Revanth suddenly remembered something and jumped down, snatching his bag. Heera looked at him, bewildered. "What's wrong with you?""Ahh! My leg!" he exclaimed, acting as if he was in pain."Are you okay?" she asked, concerned."Yes! I mean, no!" he replied, wincing.She helped him sit down, checking his foot to see if it was hurt. She applied some balm, her touch gentle and caring.Revanth suppressed a laugh, recalling the gift he had brought for her. His antics were part of his plan."Are you okay now?" she asked, looking up at him with worry.He nodded, trying to maintain his act. "Yes, thanks to you.""Be careful next time," she said, her tone softening.Heera went back to her seat, and Revanth rummaged through his bag. He pulled out a small, neatly wrapped package. Approaching her, he extended the gift towards her."What’s this?" she asked, surprised."A peace offering," he said with a genuine smile. "I brought it for you."She took the gift, unwrapping it carefully. Inside was

As the days stretched into weeks and the weeks into months, Revanth found himself consumed by a suffocating darkness. The relentless search for Heera had taken its toll on him, both physically and emotionally. With each passing day that brought no news of her whereabouts, a sense of despair settled over him like a heavy blanket, weighing down his spirit.He struggled to maintain a façade of strength, but inside, he was crumbling. The constant uncertainty, the unanswered questions, and the gnawing guilt of not being able to protect Heera ate away at him from the inside out.Sleep became a stranger to him, replaced by restless nights haunted by visions of Heera's face, her voice echoing in his ears like a haunting melody. The once vibrant colors of the world around him faded into shades of gray, mirroring the emptiness he felt inside.Revanth withdrew into himself, shutting out the world around him as he descended further into the depths of his despair. His once lively demeanor turned s

Amidst the routine of lectures and formulas, Manik stood out not for his academic achievements but for his fearless demeanor. His reputation as a newcomer spread like wildfire after a confrontation with a senior who dared to tease him.As he entered the classroom, a hush fell over the students, all eyes trained on him as the professor began the lesson. But Manik's mind wandered, boredom settling in as he tuned out the professor's words."Manik, get out," the professor's voice cut through the silence.Manik's response was unexpected, a smirk playing on his lips. "Thank you very much," he quipped, already making his way to the door.The professor, taken aback by his nonchalant attitude, demanded an explanation. "You can't just leave without a word!"Manik shrugged, his confidence unwavering. "I don't know any other meaning of 'get out' besides leaving, sir. But don't worry, I respect you too much to defy your words."The professor, momentarily stunned, relented. "Fine, sit down."But Ma

As Manik stirred awake, he glanced at the clock and realized it was already 8:30. "Dad, coffee?" he called out, but there was no response.Searching around the house, he spotted breakfast already laid out on the table. Confusion knitted his brow as he wondered why his dad hadn't answered.Just then, Raj emerged from his room, adjusting his watch in a hurry."Dad!" Manik called out, hoping to catch his attention."Bye, I have to go. I don't have time," Raj replied briskly, his mind already preoccupied with the day ahead.Manik felt a pang of disappointment. "I can drop you," he offered, hoping for a moment of connection.But Raj declined with a polite refusal. "No thanks."Manik couldn't help but feel a sense of longing as he watched his father hurry off. "Dad!" he called out once more, his voice tinged with sadness.Raj heard him but continued on his way, the sound of his car horn signaling his departure.Manik followed Raj to the door, his heart heavy with unspoken words and unresolv

The next morning, Manik and Nandini met at the gate of their college, their spirits high and their friendship stronger than ever. The campus buzzed with the usual energy of students rushing to classes, friends chatting animatedly, and the occasional laughter echoing through the hallways."Ready for another day of adventure?" Manik asked, a playful glint in his eyes as he nudged Nandini."Absolutely," Nandini replied with a grin. "Let's make the most of it."They headed to their first class, a lecture on modern literature. The professor, a passionate advocate for the subject, was already deep into an explanation about the significance of symbolism in 20th-century poetry when they slipped into their seats.Despite their initial lack of enthusiasm for academics, both Manik and Nandini found themselves drawn into the discussion. They exchanged notes, whispered insights, and even debated the meanings behind some of the poems, much to the professor's delight.During a break between classes,