He Wrote Her (en Inglés) - Lilian Olsen

Myra Sinha has mastered the art of silence. After losing her friends and battling trust issues, she's built a wall around her heart, convinced that love isn't meant for someone like her. But someone is watching. From the other side of the classroom, a boy notices everything-her intelligence, her quiet strength, the sadness in her eyes. He admires her from afar, writing about her in a notebook only he knows exists. Words become his only voice, his way of reaching out without ever speaking. What he doesn't know is... Myra sees him too. Two hearts, burdened by unspoken feelings, aching to connect in a world where silence has always been safer than love. Will they ever find the courage to write their story together?

In the middle of the night, everything seems so good. But someone in her bedroom was crying, because somewhere she knows what she did to her life. Her life seems so good till the morning. But now it's miserable.

"Why god? Why me?" She sobbed. Her heart was clenched between the imaginary fist, clenching and tightening.

She never thought that a teacher could play with her life. She was the topper, like she never even failed in the single subject, but her teacher, who hates her to the core. Detained her in the single subject. She failed. Her confidence failed. Again she failed in the eyes of her parents.

"Should I?" she looked up at the ceiling of her dark room. The fan was rotating slowly, or it seemed slower."No. No Mrya. it's not a good thing" Someone's words yelled in her head- her subconscious,

She took a deep sigh. Not able to understand what she should do. Sometimes ago, she was the one who used to get good marks in her subjects but now she will be used as an example for the students who don't study. Her heart clenched while her eyes were damp with tears.

"Shagun.." The only name she remembered. Her best friend.

She dialed her number.

Ring..Ring.. Ring..Ring..

No one picked up the call.

"Pick up the call shagun..Please I need you" She muttered. But as if she knew that her best friend was not going to answer her call because she was too busy to celebrate her own promotion to the higher class.

Her hands trembled, suddenly her mind started getting numb. Anxiety attacks take over her nervous system. Shit.

Next day, she woke up on the floor. Her mind was blurred with last night's visions. She stood up, her eyes went to the mirror. A forced smile covered her face.

Her day went with a consolation of everyone's call she doesn't even need. She needed one person that was her best friend. They both have been friends since class first, that means they have been friends since eleven years. But now when she needed her friend so much, she was not picking up her call and not even asking her about her health.

As if she doesn't even care about her. As if she was in one sided friendship.