Love and Life: A Story of Lavanya and Aditya
Chapter 1: A Morning in Delhi
She was twenty, living it up with all the energy you wish you had at that age. People loved her—she laughed out loud, didn’t care if anyone stared, and she’s got opinions for days. Honestly, she made life look like a party. College lectures blurred into evenings, spent messing around with paints or strumming her guitar (not always in tune, but who cared?). She’s the type who’ll drag you out for coffee even when you want to nap.
Just a few streets away, Aditya Sharma lived in a quieter, more traditional household. He was twenty years old. Aditya was the eldest son of a devout Brahmin family. You were not gonna catch him leading a crowd; he was more of a listen-from-the-back kinda guy. But didn’t mistake his quiet for shyness—he was just getting a lot going on in his head. He was the guy who noticed if you’d had a rough day, even if you didn’t say a word.
Both of them studied in the same college in South Delhi. Lavanya was always in the crowd, lighting up the courtyard, speaking up (in a good way) in seminars. Aditya, who could barely make a sound, took notes but somehow absorbed everything. He was interested in studies.
Honestly, their worlds probably wouldn’t have collided.
One day, the college Green Club’s environmental drive happened. Lavanya, who just wanted to dodge a boring class, signed up to plant trees. Meanwhile, Aditya was already neck-deep in organizing saplings and counting who showed up.
The second day was busy: Lavanya’s sprinting around a corner, probably late, and smacks right into Aditya, who’s balancing a tray of seedlings like they’re precious gems.
“Crap, I’m so sorry!” she blurts, eyes huge as the plants scatter everywhere.
Aditya just froze,
but he was trying to play it cool. “No big deal,” he said, already kneeling down.
“They’ll survive. Just a bit of dirt.”
She dropped down too, brushing leaves. “I’m Lavanya,” she said, flashing that sheepish grin.
He hesitated—classic Aditya—then finally said, “Aditya. I’ve seen you around.”
That tiny moment was a total game-changer.
Aditya told that he lives in Lajpat Nagar. Lavanya said that we both live in the same locality and study in the same college then why haven't we met till now, but this won't happen now.
Lavanya was hanging out with him during the environmental drive, poking fun at how serious he always looked, but secretly loving how chill he was. Aditya? He started looking forward to those muddy afternoons and random conversations. She was like coulor and music, and he’s just drawn in—can’t help it. By semester’s end, they were friends. Real friends.
It was a rainy day. They were heading back from the library, squeezed under this tiny blue umbrella that was not cooperating. Lavanya’s cackling as the wind nearly flips the whole thing inside out.
“You’re hopeless at this,” she teased, bumping his arm.
“I’ve never shared an umbrella with the girl before,” he admitted, dead serious and honest.
"Oh, I'm impressed." She laughed. Even Aditya cracks up, which is rare enough to make it memorable.
Chapter 2: Love and Let Go
Aditya is restless. Now he was not only fascinated by Lavanya, but he was attracted to everything and every style of Lavanya. He thought about Lavanya day and night. He was deeply in love. It was not cute; it was deep.
He was sneaking glances at her in lectures, zoning out while she was scribbling notes. They studied together, but he was mostly watching her twirl her pen, thinking, Wow, how did she make even that look interesting? Every time she smiled at him, it felt like he had won the lottery. He started wondering—did she feel it too?
Lavanya, though, she just saw him as her ride-or-die friend. She liked how he listened (rare skill, honestly). She told him everything—fears, dreams, embarrassing stuff. He never judged, and that was gold. But the thought of romance? Didn’t even cross her mind. Their worlds were just…different. Her family liked wine and chicken curry, but Aditya and his family prayed at dawn and lit incense. Basically, they were two different planets.
Last day of the semester, and the whole campus was buzzing—Diwali’s got everyone running wild. Fairy lights everywhere, draped from tree to tree like some Bollywood fever dream. Honestly, so much anticipation you could choke on it. Students decked out in their fanciest kurtas and lehengas, dancing like nobody was watching to those old-school Bollywood tracks.
Aditya was sitting by the fountain, and then he spotted her—Lavanya, red dupatta all dramatic in the breeze. She looked unreal in the glow, and he could basically feel his heart trying to punch its way out of his chest. Tonight was the night, he told himself. No more chickening out.
He walked over, palms sweaty like he was about to sit for an exam. She turned, grinning at him.
“Whoa, look at you! Actually wearing colour instead of your usual grayscale misery?”
He laughed, but it came out awkward. “You look… amazing.”
She blinked, a little thrown. “Thanks.” There was a beat. Not awkward, exactly, but something was hanging in the air.
He bit the bullet. “Lavanya, uh… there’s something I’ve kinda wanted to say for ages.”
She looked at him with curiosity. No idea what was coming.
He continued, “I admire you. Actually, it’s more than that. I think I love you. You light up every place you walk into. You make me wanna be better. I don’t know what’s next, but I want it to be with you.”
The look on her face? It was not angry. Not even embarrassed. Just… sad, almost. She stepped back, super gently.
“Aditya… you mean a lot to me. But I’ve never seen us like that.”
He dropped his eyes, chest tight like someone sitting on it.
She kept going, voice soft. “It’s not just that. We’re different, you know? My family is loud, eats meat, drinks, and your family is pure vegetarian. You’re all calm and temple vibes—I’m basically a hurricane in a sari.”
He just kept looking at Lavanya with his eyes tied. He had no answer to these things said by Lavanya.
She squeezed his arm, really softly. “I love being your friend. Please, don’t lose that. You matter, Aditya. I’m being honest because I respect you.”
The diyas flickered in the breeze, mocking him a little. He just nodded.
“Yeah. I get it.”
He turned away, shoulders hunched, leaving behind the festival glow, which, honestly, felt a lot dimmer now.
Fireworks were exploding outside, but Aditya was flat on his back in his room, staring at the ceiling, feeling emptier than ever. The celebrations outside made the silence in his chest louder.
Lavanya’s on her balcony, knees hugged to her chest, wondering why saying no felt so damn heavy, even when it was supposed to be the right thing.
It was over before it could even start, whatever “it” was. Maybe love, maybe just the idea of it. Either way, time was already dragging them forward—no pause button here.
Chapter 3: A New Life in Mumbai
After graduation, she snapped up a job at a media firm, barely thought twice. New city, new gig, no Aditya memories lurking in every corner. Mumbai was like someone had slammed a big fat reset button on her life.
Her job? Marketing exec. Fast-paced, cutthroat, sometimes ridiculous. The office was a madhouse: brainstorms, deadlines, caffeine overdoses. Lavanya dived in, pitching ideas, arguing in meetings, and making a name for bold, slightly insane campaigns.
That was where she met Vebhav Rao—the boss man. He was tall, lean, and grinned like he knew a secret. Beyond the looks, the guy was super sharp. They started off all business, but work projects became late-night emails, emails became coffee, coffee became dinner, and way too much laughing.
Vebhav was smitten with her fearless energy. “You walk in and the whole room changes,” he said once, and she rolled her eyes but blushed anyway.
Weekends, they walked Marine Drive, talking about everything—childhood disasters, movies, big dreams. One night, waves crashing, city lights flickering, Vebhav stopped her.
“Honestly, I never bought into destiny. But then you happened.”
She was caught off guard.
“I’m not trying to rush things,” he said. “But if you feel it too, I wanna try to build something real with you.”
She teared up, and for the first time since Delhi, she felt—heck, she felt light.
“I’d love that,” she whispered.
They got married at a lakeside resort, just family, close friends, way too much food, and fairy lights strung everywhere. Lavanya was in pale pink, and Vebhav couldn’t stop staring. As they said their vows, the breeze did its thing, sweeping away every last scrap of pain. In less than a year, bam—baby boy.
Vebhav cradled the tiny, squishy bundle and whispered, “Vinay.” There was this goofy, proud glint in his eyes. “He’ll be just like you, babe—unstoppable, kind, tough as nails.”
Lavanya was already leaking tears. “Yeah, or maybe like you. Calm. Unshakeable.”
After that, life turned into happiness, baby snorts, the whole place echoing with giggles, and the kind of joy you can’t fake. Their little apartment was alive. It finally felt earned.
Chapter 4: Loss and
Motherhood
Then came Mumbai’s monsoon, full throttle. Black clouds, thunder like the gods were bowling, rain smacking the windows nonstop. Most folks grumbled about the mess, but Lavanya was the type who found poetry in puddles. Chaos? Sure, but it made her feel alive. That morning, she stood on the balcony, hot chai in hand, watching baby Vinay snooze. Rain did its thing—soothing, steady.
Meanwhile, Vebhav was stuck in traffic on the other side of the city, probably cursing the universe. He called to say, “Don’t wait up, roads are nuts.” Lavanya just laughed, “Yeah, yeah, get home in one piece. We’ll hold down the fort.”
And then—crash. The car spins out near Andheri and slams into the divider. The driver passed away in seconds. Vaibhav? Somehow still breathing, blood pouring down his face. Good Samaritans dragged him out and rushed him to the hospital.
What happened to Vaibhav? Did he survive or not?
What happened to Lavanya? And what will Aditya do now?
Answers to all these questions will be found in the next chapters.
Next chapters soon .........
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