Aryan's POV:-

Today’s the day. I can’t keep it bottled up any longer—I’ve decided to confess my feelings to Ankita.

After weeks of wrestling with my mind and heart, I’ve come to realize that I can’t keep pretending. It’s like the words are clawing at me, desperate to be let out.

My heart is racing just thinking about how she might react, but deep down, there's a flicker of hope that she’ll understand, that maybe, just maybe, she feels the same.

I’m standing in my room, surrounded by yellow balloons—her favorite color. I know she loves yellow; it’s bright, cheerful, full of life, just like her.

I want everything to be perfect. I even changed the bedsheet to match the theme, making sure every corner of the room reflected her essence.

As I scanned the room, the soft glow from the fairy lights I hung around the window gave it a warm, intimate feel.

It’s perfect.

At least, I hope it is.I take a deep breath, my palms sweaty with anticipation. Any moment now, she’ll be here, and this could change everything.

Ankita’s POV:-

I don’t know why Aryan called me to his room so urgently today. He sounded different on the phone, a little more insistent than usual.

I tried giving him excuses, but he was persistent, saying it was something really important.

His voice carried a strange intensity that made it hard to refuse. So here I am, walking down the hallway towards his room, my heart picking up its pace for reasons I can’t fully explain.

As I reached his door, my hand hovering over the handle, a strange feeling washed over me.

Something’s going to happen today—I can just feel it. I paused for a moment, gathering myself.

What could be so urgent? My mind ran through possibilities, but nothing seemed to prepare me for what lay behind the door.I hesitated for a moment longer before finally pushing it open.

As I stepped inside, the room was bathed in a soft yellow glow. Everywhere I looked, yellow balloons floated around, filling the space with an almost surreal warmth. The yellow fairy lights twinkled gently, casting shadows that danced on the walls. The familiar surroundings felt different today—like something deeper was hidden beneath the surface.

Where was Aryan? My eyes scanned the room, but he was nowhere to be seen.

Instead, it was just me and the quiet intimacy of the moment. The air felt heavy, as if it carried some unspoken words or emotions waiting to be revealed.

My heartbeat started to quicken.

Why was my pulse racing so wildly? I swallowed hard, trying to get rid of the sudden lump forming in my throat.

My voice was shaky as I called out,

"Aryan?"

In just one call, he appeared, stepping toward me slowly. He was dressed in a yellow shirt and white trousers, perfectly matching the soft glow of the room.

My heart pounded as he came closer, his gaze fixed on me, his eyes searching mine deeply.

I couldn't handle it. I looked away, feeling an overwhelming sense of discomfort. My thoughts were racing.

What was happening?

“What is all this, Aryan? And why did you call me?” I asked hurriedly, my voice cracking. I felt like I needed to run. The room itself was making me nervous.

Every inch of it screamed something I wasn’t ready to face.

He hesitated, his voice soft and uncertain.

“Uhmm, honestly, I don’t know how to confess this to you, Ankita.”

His hands were trembling slightly, and I noticed him rubbing his palms together nervously. He wasn’t his usual confident self, and that only made me more anxious.

“What is it, Aryan?” I asked again, trying to steady my breathing, but he avoided my gaze, his eyes darting around the room as if he was searching for the right words.

Then, he stopped.

He took a deep breath, and finally, he looked straight into my eyes.

“I love you, Ankita,”

He confessed, his voice sincere and vulnerable, almost fragile, like he was laying everything bare in front of me.

The words hung in the air, and for a moment, everything felt still.

Aryan's POV:-

I smiled weakly, feeling the weight of my confession lift slightly as I began,

"I don’t even know when it happened, but slowly, I started falling for you, Ankita. Whenever I see you, my heart—"

Before I could finish, a hard tight slap strike on my face. My face jerked towards the opposite side.

I couldn't feel what just happened right now ?!!

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