It started as a harmless tease.
Varun would always find a way to sit near her, often commenting on her serious reading choices. She would roll her eyes at his dramatic poetry recitations but never actually stop him.
‘You know,’ he said one evening, leaning back in his chair, ‘if you keep frowning at your book like that, you are going to get permanent lines on your forehead.’ he said.
Varinka sighed and said ‘If I had a rupee for every time you distracted me, I would have enough to buy this library.’
‘Ah,’ he said, smirking. ‘But then where would I find you?’
She pretended not to be affected, but the truth was, she started looking forward to his presence.
One evening, as she scribbled notes, Varun slid a book across the table toward her.
She glanced at the title ‘The Art of Flirting.’
She stifled a laugh. ‘You think I need this?’
He shrugged. ‘Not really. But I thought you might like to study my technique.’
Varinka leaned closer. ‘You have a technique?’
‘Oh, absolutely.’ He tapped the book. ‘Chapter three: The Power of a Well-Timed Compliment. Chapter six: The Art of Subtle Touch. Chapter nine….’
She rolled her eyes, pushing the book back to him. ‘You are impossible.’
‘And yet,’ he teased, ‘you are still here.’
For weeks, their flirtation danced on the edge of something deeper.
But Varinka was careful. She never told him who she really was. never mentioned the stories she wrote, the places she had been.
She liked being just a PhD scholar in his eyes.
Until one evening.
She was in the library, typing furiously on her laptop, when Varun sat down across from her.
‘You are not reading today?’ he asked.
She barely looked up. ‘Deadline.’ she said.
‘For what?’ he asked.
She hesitated, then casually said, ‘An article.’
Varun leaned back. ‘You are a writer?’
‘Hmm. Something like that,’ she said.
He studied her for a moment. ‘You know, I’ve been trying to figure you out since the day I met you.’
She smirked. ‘And?’
‘And I think,’ he said slowly, ‘you like keeping secrets.’
Her fingers froze on the keyboard.
He noticed.
‘But I also think,’ he continued, softer this time, ‘I like that about you.’
She met his gaze. ‘Even if it means I might be something you didn’t expect?’
He smiled ‘Hmmm Especially then.’ he said.
And just like that, she knew, he wasn’t just flirting anymore.