Vedant kept visiting the café each day at the same hour. He knew Maruva wouldn’t turn up because of her college but he still held firmly on to hope, a tiny flame burning in his heart. He was not sure about the intent behind Maruva’s announcement about her unavailability the other day. Maybe it was to put it to his knowledge or perhaps he was imagining things.
Vedant was not someone who spoke much. He was shy and very inhibited. His friends had often hinted at his lack of good looks, leading him to develop an inferiority complex. And so he was always insecure, especially around girls. In spite of this, he was capable of understanding that feelings are inevitable despite someone’s physical appearance.
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He had his coffee with doughnuts, day-dreaming about Maruva. He tried thinking of a wa
