Earlier life of Ayra was not easy, she was always bullied for her physique, her height, her being a nerdy, simple girl.

Some even thought of her as a fool. But what people made think about her was her good marks, how she topped most of the tests, exams.

But obviously society has a habit to find mistakes, to criticize you, to mock you, even advicing you by saying "You could have done better."

Facing all this, once a bubbly jolly girl was turned into an introvert, from first bench to last bench but obviously nothing could stop her from studies.

Ayra spent her teenage years becoming an expert in the art of vanishing. To the world, she was "the studious one"-the girl with the thick spectacles and the loose-fitting kurtis who always had a sketchbook open.

But to Ayra, her body was a map of perceived failures. She saw the 5 height as a limitation and her curves as something to be apologized for.

She lived in the margins of her own life.

While other girls posed for social media, Ayra drew. She drew hands, eyes, and the way light hit the dust motes in the library. She was waiting for something, though she didn't know what. She assumed her story would be a quiet one, written in charcoal and lived in the shadows of taller, louder people. She didn't realize that sometimes, the most vibrant colors are found in the quietest palettes.

On the other hand,

Yashveer Mehra was a vibrant, talented boy. A rich kid, centre of attraction wherever he go.

In his school time, his classmates often drooled over him. Girls wanted to have a contact with him, everyone wanted to be his friend.

In front of the world, Yashveer had everything, he was good in studies, good in athletics, son of a billionaire architect, lots of friends, even got the attention from girls, huge fan following but what missed in his life was something that he craved for

- Someone who is only his, understands him, when he feels tired to calm him, to support him when he feels demotivated.

But he doesn't know that destiny had other plans for him, he will become someone's anchor, someone's support system.

His teenage life was full of adventure, funny moments anyone can dream of. Always surrounded by friends. With his hard work he built himself into a handsome guy with broad shoulders, bulging muscles, triceps, biceps, abs, veiny hands, sharp jawline, brown eyes that felt like golden honey under the sun.

After his schooling, he had to go with his father to Haryana for a project, to learn some basics about Architect. His father wanted him to experience it with himself.

So he spent one year there with his father, learning day and night. After one year he returned home and got enrolled at St. Xavier's College for B.Arch course.

He was enrolled in the college much before Ayra came. When Ayra started her college, Yashveer was already in his 3rd year.

And today was, their first day. First day at college for Ayra, first day of new semester for Yashveer.

To be continued...

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