It wasn't about the jacket anymore, or the occasional walk to the library. It was the way they leaned a little too close while discussing notes. The way Aanya sometimes smiled to herself after he said something. The way his eyes would follow her for a heartbeat longer than necessary when she got up to leave.
Their friendship had always been there, always solid — but now, something in its rhythm had changed. It felt heavier. Charged.
And people were watching.
Not asking — just observing.
Even the faculty had their own quiet glances during lectures. The pharmacology professor once paused mid-sentence, eyes drifting to the back where Aanya and he sat, slightly apart from the rest, lost in hushed conversation over a textbook.
But not everyone watched them the same way.
Someone else watch
