The Hopeless Love > "Kuch rishte awaaz nahi karte, Par dil ke andar gehra shor macha jaate hain." - unknown There are some stories that never begin with a confession- They begin with a glance. A stolen moment. A flutter in the stomach. A silence filled with everything you want to say but never will. This is one such story. A girl who loved too quietly. And a boy who never noticed. Vrinda Mehra had always believed love was meant to be felt, not said. Maybe because she'd learned too early that words could be meaningless, and people, temporary. She wore her strength like armor-but inside, she held onto a name like it was sacred. SAMBHAV VARDHAN. He wasn't a boy of grand gestures or poetic charm. He was quiet. Unbothered. Often lost in his own world. The kind of boy who didn't even realize the effect he had on someone simply by existing. And Vrinda? She was the girl who watched from the shadows, never daring to step into the light. To him, she was a classmate. To her, he was everything. And maybe-just maybe-that was the most hopeless kind of love. But sometimes, the most unseen love... is the deepest one of all. And yet-she never stopped hoping. Not for attention. Not even for love. But just one moment... where he would look at her and see everything she was hiding. The laughter she faked. The silence she swallowed. The longing she buried behind her casual smiles. Because unrequited love isn't just heartbreak- It's devotion without destination. A song sung into the void. And still, she loved. Quietly. Hopelessly. Endlessly. Because sometimes, the bravest kind of love... is the one that never asks to be returned. But sometimes, the most unseen love... is the deepest of all. --- .