He was in eleventh grade when he met Meera, a girl whose smile could turn even his worst mornings into something beautiful.It began with a simple question.“Can I borrow your pen?”Arjun handed it to her, trying to hide his nervousness. She smiled and said thank you. He remembered that smile long after the pen was returned.Soon, they became friends. They shared lunch beneath the old banyan tree, exchanged notes before exams, and laughed over silly jokes that nobody else understood. Every morning, Arjun secretly looked forward to seeing her walk through the school gate.Their love was never loud. It lived