PLAYLIST OF LOVE

The evening sky was painted in hues of orange and pink as the sun slowly dipped below the horizon. The gentle breeze carried the scent of freshly bloomed flowers, rustling through the trees that lined the college campus. It was the kind of evening that held the promise of something special, something unexpected.

Ansh walked through the campus courtyard, his hands tucked into the pockets of his hoodie. He wasn't the kind to get lost in the beauty of sunsets or the whispers of the wind, but today felt different. His thoughts were scattered, lost somewhere between the weight of assignments and the monotony of routine. And then, in that very moment, fate decided to intervene.

Ridhima was hurrying across the courtyard, her books clutched tightly to her chest. She had always been a dreamer, lost in novels and poetry, but today she was running late for her study group. As she turned the corner near the library, she didn't see him coming.

A sudden collision. Books slipped from her grasp, scattering across the stone pavement. Ansh, caught off guard, stumbled back slightly. Their eyes met.

It was brief, yet time seemed to stretch in that moment. Ansh found himself staring into the deepest shade of brown he had ever seen—warm, intense, and filled with an unspoken story. Ridhima, on the other hand, felt a strange pull in her heart as she looked into his sharp yet kind gaze.

"I—I'm sorry," she stammered, quickly bending down to pick up her books.

Ansh knelt beside her, helping her gather the scattered pages. "No, it's my fault. I should've been watching where I was going."

Their fingers brushed as they reached for the same book. A spark—not the kind seen in movies with fireworks in the background, but something quieter, more profound.

Ridhima pulled her hand away, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "Thank you," she said softly, taking the last book from his hands.

Ansh nodded, unsure of what to say. He wasn't the kind to believe in love at first sight, but as he watched her walk away, he realized one thing—this moment would stay with him longer than he had expected.

And maybe, just maybe, their story had just begun.