Ananya apni college ki library me akeli baithi thi, kitaab ke pages me khoi hui. Har roz ki tarah, aaj bhi wo wahan pehli baar ki tarah shanti aur sukoon ki talaash me thi. Tabhi uski nazar Rohit par padhi, jo naye student the aur unki aankhon me ek alag si chamak thi. Rohit ki muskaan aur uska confident yet simple attitude Ananya ke dil ko ek ajeeb si khushi de gaya.
Roz library me milna ek aadat ban gayi. Ananya chupke se observe karti ki Rohit kaise muskurata hai, kis tarah se logon se baat karta hai aur kaise unki madad karta hai. Par Ananya khud se ye nahi poochh pa rahi thi ki yeh jo jazbaat hai, kya ye sirf dosti hai ya kuch aur? Har din wo sochti, “Agar main apne dil ki baat bata doon, kya wo samjhega ya sab khatam ho jayega?”
Ek din, Rohit ne casually poocha, “Tum bhi library me roz aati ho?” Ananya ka dil zor se dhadak utha. Muskaan ke saath boli, “Haan… kitaabein mujhe shanti deti hain.” Par andar se wo kuch aur hi feel kar rahi thi. Rohit ke har shabd aur muskaan me ek ajeeb sa connection tha, jo shabd nahi bata paate the.
Kuch hafte baad college me cultural fest hua. Ananya aur Rohit dono ek dance act me participate kar rahe the. Rehearsals me dono ke beech chhoti-chhoti baatein, hasna, mazaak karna aur ek dusre ki aankhon me dekha hua har expression unke jazbaat ko aur gehra kar raha tha. Ek din rehearsal ke dauran, Rohit ne gently Ananya ka haath pakda aur kaha, “Ananya… mujhe tumhari baatein bahut pasand hain. Tumhari smile… har din yaad rehti hai.”
Ananya ka dil zor se dhadak raha tha. Usne ek pal ke liye aankhen band ki aur apne dil ki baat samjhi. “Shayad… main bhi pyar karti hoon,” uske dil ne kaha. Woh dheere se boli, “Rohit… main bhi… tumse… shayad… pyar karti hoon.” Rohit ke chehre par ek muskaan phail gayi, aur usne kaha, “Ananya… mujhe bhi lagta tha… par main sharmata tha batane me.”
Library ki wo purani kursi, jahan pe pehli nazar mili thi, ab unke liye ek nayi shuruat ka symbol ban gayi. Dono ki aankhon me khushi aur relief ka mixture tha. Roz ka library ka routine ab ek yaadgar pal ban chuka tha.
Samay ke saath, Ananya aur Rohit ke beech understanding aur trust aur gehra hua. Kabhi-kabhi chhupi hui mohabbat bas ek pal ka sahas chahiye hoti hai, aur sachai ke saath dil ka rishta aur bhi gehra ho jata hai. Dono ne seekha ki apni feelings ko chupana sirf confusion aur dard badhata hai, aur sachai se hi rishton ki asli khoobsurti nikalti hai.
Ananya aur Rohit ka pyar ab library ki un kursiyon tak simit nahi tha; har muskaan, har baat aur har pal me wo chhupi hui mohabbat unke beech chamak rahi thi. Wo samajh gaye the ki kabhi-kabhi, jo hum sabse zyada chhupana chahte hain, wahi humare liye sabse zaruri hota hai — aur sach ko samajhna aur accept karna hi pyar ka asli rang hai.
