Two years have passed since he last spoke,
A friendship once warm, now lost in smoke.
The day they met, Yadav felt a spark,
A connection, glowing in the dark.


It was April 8th, 2022, when they first locked eyes,
A moment so fleeting, yet it felt so wise.
Her smile, a light that shone so bright,
In that instant, everything felt right.

Through the halls, whispers filled the air,
Their bond was talked about everywhere.
But as the days slipped by, unseen,
A jealous shadow came between.

Satish whispered lies, a poison in her mind,
Sowing seeds that slowly wound and twined.
She pulled away, the distance grew,
And Yadav didn’t know what to do.

The bus, once their path to the same place,
Now carried Chauhan far from his embrace.
Satish took the seat beside her with ease,
That once belonged to Yadav, with quiet deceit.

Then, in the chaos, a friend in need,
He ran to help, driven by speed.
But fate, it seems, had other plans,
He hit Chauhan by mistake, with trembling hands.

She slapped him hard, her silence loud,
And since that day, he’s lost in a crowd.
Regret and silence, both his chains,
Two years of carrying unseen pains.

He tries to reach out, to make it right,
But fear keeps him hidden in the night.
He gathers courage, but when she’s near,
The weight of the past clouds his mind with fear.

A bond once strong, now torn apart,
Yet she still resides deep in his heart.
He wonders if, one day, they’ll see,
What was lost, could still be free.