It started in the dusty lanes of a village andrew was only in eighth grade when he first saw her. She wasn't just another girl; she was the kind of beauty that made the air feel different, the kind that made even the restless winds stop to stare. He didn't know her name yet, but he knew one thing — she had just stolen a piece of his soul.
One day, he gathered courage and sent her a simple message: "Hi."
She replied.
He asked if she had eaten, and she asked back: "Who are you?"
"I'am andrew
But her next reply cut deeper than any knife: "andrew??" … followed by the word that would echo in his mind for years — "Brother."
From that day, he never messaged her again. But his eyes… they never stopped searching for her.
Days passed, seasons changed, and andrew would sit in one particular chair in the village, just to catch a glimpse of her walking by. Sometimes she wouldn't notice him. Sometimes she did. And sometimes… she looked away.
When her finally returned to the city, he felt emptiness swallow him whole. He went to the temple, asking God, "Why can't she be mine?" But heaven stayed silent.
Two years later, in the tenth-grade summer vacation, she came back — and by fate's cruel design, her family had built a house near his. Andrew thought destiny was giving him another chance. But destiny, as he would learn, has a dark sense of humor.
Their families had bad blood because of village politics. She was kept inside most of the time. Her grandfather and brother gave a andrew angry stares when he so much as glanced toward their house. Still, from the small crack of his window, he watched.
Every boy in the village wanted to see her. Even his own neighbor — handsome, tall — was trying to win her. And his best friend, Om, lived right behind her house. Roshan's heart grew heavier as he realized… everyone seemed to have a way into her life except him.
But he kept watching, kept waiting.
One day, during a village function, her father invited everyone — even Roshan. He wore his best clothes, sat in a corner chair, his eyes bloodshot from sleepless nights. She saw him from the window. He saw her too, but his depression held his gaze down.
Nights were the worst. At 2 AM, 3 AM, midnight — Roshan would look out the window toward her house, hoping she'd appear. She almost never did.
He tried to distract himself with farming, tractor work, even cricket. In cricket, andrew was a warrior. The best player in the village, maybe even the region. But he stopped playing when he realized she ignored him. Until one morning, villagers begged him to play in a big match. That day, he scored 96 runs in just 32 balls and led his team to victory. She saw him. She noticed. But the victory felt empty.
Then came the news — she had a boyfriend. Andrew's world collapsed. College became meaningless. Festivals were hollow. Cricket lost its color.
The final blow came when his friend joy confessed at midnight, under the dim light of a shop, "I also like her."
That night, something inside andrew broke completely.
But fate wasn't done tormenting him. He found her new Instagram account. Sent a follow request. Saw her handsome neighbor in her followers list. He knew her heart was elsewhere, but he held on to that 0.01% hope.
He kept seeing her in village vacations, each time more beautiful, each time more distant. She would pass by him, their eyes meeting for a brief, electric second — and then she'd walk away.
Now in twelve grade, andrew lives like a ghost. He runs, exercises, works… but inside, he's just surviving. Every day she's still in his mind, in his dreams. She knows how much he wants her, but she chooses to look past him.
In twleve grade when for some work andrew goes in her city then andrew saw him again she was in one restaurant andrew saw her with that neighbour boy then andrew completely broken she nevers know one boy crazy in her love
And andrew
He's the boy who could win fights, dominate sports, face enemies… but couldn't win the one heart he wanted most.
Because some battles aren't lost on the field — they're lost in silence.
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