It was written all over the library ,where they both met first,indulged in the pleasure of reading, without noticing anything about each other what so ever.
He took a pause to have some water from his water bottle,and then saw someone sitting two chairs next to him,making notes out of a book he was looking for past few days,and hesitated a bit to ask where she get the book from, as he didn't want to leave no stone unturned for the upcoming exams,he requested her to give him that book for a few hours .
"Sure,but give it back to me once you are done with your notes,I will need it too until another copy arrives ,I am too appearing for the same exam this year".
From that day,nobody knew that the book will start a new chapter in their life,as they both were regular in library,meeting each other became usual and special at the same time for them,following the library 's commandments "Silence please," without disturbing the atmosphere ,they prefer to let their eyes talk in between,now you can't restrict eye contact in a library and their love for each other was blooming at a place no one dream of.
Years later,both got what they wanted,a good career, but everything comes with a cost to pay,those meetings over discussion on a topic was no more,those moments of staring into each other's eyes was no more,as both went away from each other, different cities,different challenges, it wasn't a place like library where they could share and understand silence,texts became lesser and lesser as both was driving towards the most golden phase of their career as ambition took over love slowly,and everything ended the way it wasn't supposed to,incomplete and ugly, Their love was temporary,ambition was not.
The world is full of people who ruin their lives and careers falling into a trap called love,they were different from the rest,They knew exactly what their priorities were and it was real maturity .
Looking Back in the past,they both ask themselves "what really matters in life " and search for an answer within ,unable to find that,let their drive take them upto the ranks , leaving behind everything all the promises they made loving each other.
Still,love stories are created in the smell of books,in copy of notes ,in the chair of the library,some are permanent,some are not,but a common thing that forms such stories remain permanent are those two words.