Silent Love 🌻🌻

Chapter 3

The Whispered Rumor 🥀

The next morning, the corridors of St. Mary’s High buzzed with whispers.

Aanya walked through the crowd, her sleek ponytail swaying, clutching her English textbook, half-asleep but fully curious.

Two girls near the lockers giggled loudly.

“Did you hear about Atharv?” one whispered.

“What?” the other gasped.

“They say he never talks to anyone, but… apparently, he once punched a guy in his old school.”

Aanya slowed her pace, ears perked.

Atharv? Punching someone?

The boy who literally dies inside if someone asks him the time?

She bit her lip, hiding a smile. “Huh. Mr. Silent has a past,” she murmured.

And just like that, her curiosity doubled.

Lunch break.

Aanya sat on the far corner bench under the neem tree, her lunchbox open but untouched. She was flipping through a random paperback when a familiar figure appeared at the edge of her vision.

Atharv.

Bag slung lazily on one shoulder, one hand shoved deep in his pocket, sleeves rolled up he looked effortlessly…

Cool.

Aanya arched a brow. “Lost, shy boy?” she teased, without looking up.

He hesitated, standing there awkwardly, then finally walked closer and sat two feet away from her on the same bench.

She smirked. “Two feet? Seriously? Relax, I don’t bite.”

For a moment, Atharv didn’t reply. Then, softly, he said, “You… didn’t eat.”

Aanya blinked, caught off guard.

Wait. He noticed?

“Wow,” she said, leaning closer, eyes twinkling. “So you do observe me. I thought you were just daydreaming while staring.”

Atharv’s ears turned pink instantly.

“I—I wasn’t staring.”

“Oh, totally,” she shot back. “You just… accidentally make direct eye contact twenty-five times a day?”

He looked away, fiddling with his bracelet. “Maybe,” he mumbled under his breath.

She gasped dramatically. “Oh my God, he admits it! Ladies and gentlemen, history has been made. The mysterious, broody boy speaks.”

That earned her a tiny chuckle the kind that made her chest feel unexpectedly warm.

She leaned in, lowering her voice. “You know, shy boy, if you keep blushing like this, people will think you’ve got a crush.”

He turned to look at her slowly, his gaze steady this time.

“And what if they’re right?” he said softly.

Aanya’s heart skipped.

She covered it up with sass. “Wow. Straightforward much? What happened to the whole silent mysterious aura thing?”

He gave a tiny smirk his first real smirk. “Guess you ruin my plans.”

For a moment, neither of them spoke. The silence felt… electric.

The bell rang, but neither moved.

Atharv shifted closer just a little their shoulders almost touching now.

“You know,” he said slowly, “I’m not really good at… talking.”

Aanya tilted her head. “No kidding.”

He shot her a look that made her laugh softly.

“I mean…” He hesitated, biting his lip, choosing his words carefully. “…but with you, it’s different.”

Something in her chest fluttered a strange mix of surprise and warmth.

“You… talk more when it’s me,” she said, half a statement, half a question.

He nodded once. “Yeah.”

And for the first time ever, he didn’t blush while saying it.

Later that day, Aanya walked down the quiet hallway, scrolling through her phone when she heard footsteps behind her.

She turned — Atharv. Again.

“Are you… following me now?” she teased, raising an eyebrow.

He looked almost panicked. “No! I our classrooms are in the same direction—”

“Relax, I’m joking,” she interrupted, laughing softly. “God, you’re easy to tease.”

This time, he surprised her by stepping closer just a little and whispering, “Maybe I like it.”

Her breath caught.

“Excuse me?” she managed, blinking.

He smiled faintly, looking straight into her eyes for the first time.

“I said… maybe I like it when you tease me.”

Aanya stared at him, momentarily speechless which almost never happened.

“You’re…” she said slowly, “full of surprises, aren’t you?”

Atharv shrugged slightly, hands in his pockets, before murmuring, “Only with you.”

And just like that, he walked past her, leaving her standing there with her heart doing cartwheels.

That evening, during library period, Aanya sat by the window, pretending to read, sunlight falling on her hair like melted gold.

From the opposite table, Atharv stole glances when he thought she wasn’t looking.

She caught him.

And instead of looking away, this time… she smiled.

“Keep staring, shy boy,” she whispered without looking up. “Someday, I might just stare back.”

Across the table, Atharv’s lips curved into the softest, shyest smile yet.

The last bell echoed across the hallway, and the chaos of students rushing out filled the air. Aanya walked slowly, clutching her notebook tightly against her chest. Her day had been… different.

Atharv had smiled at her.

Not once. Not twice. Three times.

And each time, her stomach flipped like a badly handled pancake.

She didn’t understand why he affected her so much. He wasn’t the loud, confident, sporty type. He didn’t talk to everyone like those charming boys who loved attention.

Atharv was… different. Quiet. Shy. Mysterious. And somehow, his silence was louder than everyone else’s noise.

But just as she stepped outside the school gate, her dreamy little bubble popped.

Because she was standing there.

Kiara Malhotra.

The self-proclaimed queen bee of St. Claire High.

Perfect hair, flawless nails, glossed lips, and that sharp look in her eyes that screamed, “I own this place.” She stood leaning against her shiny white Audi, flanked by her two loyal minions, Zara and Tania.

Kiara’s arms were crossed as she watched Aanya approach, her smirk growing wider.

“New bee,” she said, blocking Aanya’s way. Her voice dripped with fake sweetness and venom all at once. “We need to talk.”

Aanya blinked, confused. “Uh… me?”

Kiara rolled her eyes dramatically. “No, the ground behind you. Yes, you, genius.”

Zara and Tania giggled like trained background characters.

Aanya straightened her posture, refusing to look intimidated. “What do you want?”

Kiara leaned forward slightly, her perfume hitting Aanya like a wave of expensive roses and pure attitude. “Stay. Away. From. Him.”

Aanya frowned. “Him who?”

Kiara raised a perfectly manicured brow. “Atharv.” She said his name like she owned it. “He’s mine. Everyone in this school knows it. You’re new, so I’ll be nice and warn you once stay out of his way. Don’t talk to him. Don’t look at him. Don’t even breathe near him.”

Aanya’s grip on her notebook tightened. She didn’t like being threatened, but a small voice inside her whispered, “Maybe it’s better to stay out of trouble.”

Still, she couldn’t stop herself.

She tilted her head, smirked slightly, and said, “Oh, I’m sorry… I didn’t realize friendship was a crime here.”

For a second, Kiara’s smile faltered, but she recovered instantly, leaning in so close their noses almost touched. “Friendship? Babe, you’re cute… but don’t test me. Atharv isn’t someone you ‘befriend.’ He’s… complicated. And trust me, you don’t want me as your enemy.”

Before Aanya could reply, Kiara flipped her hair dramatically and walked away, heels clicking against the pavement like warning shots. Zara and Tania trailed behind, whispering just loud enough for Aanya to hear:

“Poor girl. She has no idea what she’s getting into…”

By the time Aanya reached home, her mood had sunk lower than the evening sun.

Her mom was in the kitchen, humming while chopping vegetables. “Aanya, beta! How was school?”

Aanya forced a smile. “Fine.”

“Did you make any friends?”

“Yeah… sort of.”

Her mom smiled softly. “Good. You’ll adjust soon.”

Aanya mumbled something vague and escaped to her room. As soon as she shut the door, the fake smile vanished.

She threw her bag onto the bed and sank onto the floor, hugging her knees.

Kiara’s words kept echoing in her head:

“Stay. Away. From. Him.”

She sighed, whispering to herself, “Why do I even care? It’s not like Atharv talks to me anyway…”

But deep down, she knew she cared. She liked the way his eyes lingered on her. The way he blushed when she caught him staring. The quiet warmth he carried in his silence.

And yet… she hated drama.

“Fine,” she muttered under her breath. “If staying invisible keeps me out of trouble, then so be it. Atharv Sharma, from tomorrow… you don’t exist to me.”

The next day at school, Aanya walked into the classroom determined to act like Atharv wasn’t even there.

She spotted him instantly, sitting by the window, lost in thought as sunlight danced across his face. For a second, her heart betrayed her — it skipped, and her gaze softened.

But then she remembered Kiara’s words.

She walked past him without a glance and sat on the opposite side of the room.

Atharv, who was doodling absentmindedly, noticed. His brows furrowed slightly. She always sat closer before. Always smiled when she walked by. Always… looked at him.

And now? Nothing.

During lectures, he caught himself glancing her way, but each time, she didn’t return it.

At lunch, he watched her laugh with a random group of classmates, but she never once looked his way.

And for the first time, Atharv Sharma the boy who never spoke felt something unfamiliar.

An ache.

By the third day, Atharv couldn’t take it anymore. He cornered her by the lockers after class, his voice low but firm a rare thing from him.

“Aanya,” he said softly.

She froze. The sound of her name on his lips felt… dangerous.

She forced a neutral expression and turned. “Yes?”

Atharv hesitated, scratching the back of his neck. “Did I… do something? Why are you avoiding me?”

Her throat tightened, but she masked it with sass. “Avoiding you? Please. Not everything revolves around you.”

Atharv blinked, slightly taken aback. “I didn’t say it does… I just—”

“You just what?” she cut him off. “Look, Atharv, maybe it’s better if we don’t… talk. Keeps things simple.”

For the first time, she saw something flicker in his eyes a mix of hurt and frustration.

But he didn’t argue. He simply nodded once, tight-lipped, and walked away.

And as she watched his retreating back, her chest tightened.

That night, Aanya lay awake, staring at the ceiling. She hated herself for hurting him, even if she’d done it to protect herself.

Meanwhile, across town, Atharv sat by his window, headphones on, sketching aimlessly in his notebook. Every page was filled with her.

He didn’t understand why she was pushing him away.

But one thing was certain:

He wasn’t going to stop noticing her.

He couldn’t.

Because sometimes, silence screams louder than words.

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🌸 Author’s Note 🌸

Hey my lovely readers! 💌🩷

This chapter was intense, right? 😭

Queen Bee drama, heartbreak vibes, and Aanya trying to stay away from Atharv even though… we all know she can’t 👀🌿

Don’t worry, the story is about to get even juicier, sassier, and sooo much more emotional from here.

There are secrets.

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And there are moments that will make your heart skip beats.

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With love,

Atulika Singh 🖤🌸