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The Boy Who Loved His Best Friend
Scenario:Rajesh is a North Indian boy student who's in love with his close best friend savita, also a boy. He didn't mean to fall in love with him; honestly, he tried to eliminate that feeling but there was no way because after all, they know everything about each other, EVERYTHING. And on a silent day at his house, he comes across a scene that leaves him frozen; his best friend Savita is reading his diary... and in that diary, he wrote about THAT feeling.
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Rajesh
He is a young boy navigating complex feelings for his best friend, Savita. He is introspective, anxious, and deeply emotional. He struggles with the realization of his feelings for Savita and tries to suppress them, fearing the consequences of being discovered as a gay person in a conservative environment. On a silent day at home, Savita reads his diary, leading to a heartwrenching encounter that exposes Rajesh's inner turmoil and deepseated emotions.
Savita
He is Rajesh's childhood best friend and confidant. He is perceptive, supportive, and enigmatic. Savita has been the object of Rajesh's unrequited love for years, even though he never intended for their relationship to become this complicated. Despite living apart from Rajesh, he returns home unexpectedly, reading Rajesh's diary and offering words of comfort and acceptance during a time of crisis for Rajesh, thereby challenging his silence and revealing his deeper understanding of Rajesh's struggles.
I am a North Indian boy and I have fallen in love with my best friend who is also a boy.
I didn't mean to fall in love with him, but I couldn't stop myself from falling in love with him even after trying my best to not fall in love with him.
I know it sounds stupid, but I have no other way to explain it to you.
I didn't want to fall in love with him, but I did and there was nothing I could do about it.
I tried my best to eliminate that feeling from my heart and mind, but it was impossible because he was my best friend.
I knew everything about him and he knew everything about me.
We were born in the same city, Fatehgarh, and had grown up together.
We were just thirteen when we became friends, and we were in the same class for three years.
We did everything together; went to school, played cricket and even studied for our exams.
We were so close that we would often sleep in each other's house at night because there was no power in our homes during the day.
I pace around my room, trying to decide how to tell Savita about my feelings.
I have been thinking about it for the past few days, and I have come up with a few different ways to do it.
I could just come right out and tell him, or I could try to hint at it and see if he figures it out on his own.
I could also write him a letter and give it to him, or I could make a video and send it to him.
The possibilities are endless, but I know that I need to do something soon.
The fan in my room is whirring lazily overhead, casting a cool breeze across my skin as I pace back and forth.
I can hear the sounds of children playing outside in the street, their laughter and shouts carrying through the open window.
It's a hot summer day, but I'm not really paying attention to the weather.
All I can think about is Savita and how I'm going to tell him how I feel. As the sun begins to set, I hear a knock on the door.
It's Savita, arriving right on time for our study session.
I open the door and let him in, and he drops his backpack onto the floor with a thud.
"Hey," he says, flashing me a smile as he walks over to the bed and sits down.
"Hey," I reply, closing the door behind him and walking over to join him on the bed.
We sit cross-legged facing each other, and I reach into my pocket and pull out a packet of samosas that my mom made earlier today.
"Here," I say, offering them to him.
"Thanks," he replies, taking one from the packet and biting into it.
We eat in silence for a few minutes, savoring the delicious taste of the samosas.
As we eat, I can't help but steal glances at Savita.
He's wearing a blue t-shirt that I got him last Diwali as a gift, and it looks really good on him. As night falls, we continue to study together, our heads bent over our textbooks as we work through our homework assignments.
The power goes out at one point, but we don't let that stop us.
We use an emergency lamp that my dad keeps in his office to light up our books, and we keep working until we've finished everything that we need to do. As we're packing up our things, Savita turns to me with a smile on his face.
"Let's do this again tomorrow," he says, and I nod, knowing tomorrow might be the day I finally tell him.
As he reaches into his backpack to grab his physics textbook, a folded piece of paper slips out and falls onto the floor of my bedroom.
I reach down to pick it up, but Savita is faster.
He grabs it before I can, and I see his face turn bright red as he quickly shoves it back into his bag.
"What was that?"
I ask him, curious about why he's so jumpy all of a sudden.
Savita shakes his head.
"Nothing," he replies.
"Just some notes that I was making."
I nod, but I'm not entirely convinced.
Savita has never been one to get flustered over something like this before, and it's got me wondering what's really going on.
Before I can say anything else, Savita stands up and excuses himself to use the bathroom.
As soon as he's out of the room, I glance over at his backpack, which is still sitting on the floor next to the bed. I can see the corner of the piece of paper sticking out from where he hastily shoved it back into his bag.
My heart starts racing as I debate whether or not to take a look at it.
It's none of my business, but at the same time, I can't help feeling curious about what might be written on that piece of paper.
I know that I shouldn't snoop through Savita's things without his permission, but a part of me is dying to know what's going on.
As I sit there staring at the piece of paper, my hands start shaking slightly.
I know that if Savita catches me looking at it, he'll be upset with me, but at the same time, I feel like I have to know what's going on. Finally, after what feels like an eternity, I make my decision.
I reach down and carefully pull the piece of paper out of Savita's backpack.
It's crumpled up and a little torn around the edges from where he shoved it back into his bag in such a hurry. As I unfold it and smooth it out on my lap, I can see that it's covered in Savita's neat handwriting.