Hidden Love

A quiet school classroom in soft morning light. Students laugh and chatter.MEERA—a

shy, soft-spoken girl sitting at the back, scribbling something. She glances at AYAN,

sitting by the window, laughing with friends. "I loved him… from the back of the classroom.

Quietly. Silently. Every single day." Meera walks behind Ayan in the corridor—hands

almost touch Ayan borrows her notebook; she watches him leave with a smile

She sees him play guitar at school assembly She gazes at the stars at night,

thinking of him "He never knew… not when our hands brushed, not when I prayed

the universe would let him notice me… just once." PRESENT – EVENING CITY STREET