She hadn't meant to be noticed. Delhi was supposed to be practical- a new college, a rented room, a life that finally felt like her own. No constant relatives asking questions. No expectations wrapped in concern. Just space. And then there was him. Advay Arora. The boy who moved through life with precision - careful, composed, always a step ahead. The kind who didn't get distracted. The kind who didn't look twice. She wasn't supposed to cross his path. He wasn't supposed to matter. But some connections don't arrive loudly. They happen in libraries. In accidental conversations. In shared silences that feel a little too comfortable. He believes in discipline. She believes in staying out of the way. And yet, somewhere between restraint and unspoken curiosity, something begins. This isn't a love story built on grand confessions. It's the kind that grows quietly - in glances, in pauses, in everything they don't say.