I am Priya, 23 years old, a quiet and introverted second-year college student in Lucknow. I have always been the shy type — simple clothes, good grades, and never the girl who goes to parties or talks much with boys. But when my friends dragged me to the freshers-cum-farewell party, I wore a simple black top and jeans, feeling nervous the whole time. The hall was loud with music and lights. I stood in a corner, holding a cold drink, when a tall, confident senior walked up to me. His name was Aryan — 26 years old, broad shoulders, sharp jawline, and that bold, mature way of speaking that made my heart beat faster. “Arre… tum freshers party mein akeli kyun khadi ho? Naam kya hai tumhara?” he asked with a warm smile. I blushed and looked down. “Priya… main second year hoon.” He smiled bigger. “Priya… bahut sundar naam hai. Main Aryan hoon, final year. Pehli baar itni badi party mein aayi ho? Dar lag raha hai kya?” We started talking. He was funny and made me laugh easily. His eyes ke...