The lane behind my house used to be just a path… but everything changed the day I saw her for the first time. Every morning when I went out to play cricket, she would come up to her terrace… and slowly, we began talking through our eyes. Her name was Khushbu. Just like her name, she was calm, sweet, and comforting. At first, it was just eye contact. Then one day, I gathered the courage to say “hi.” She smiled softly and replied… and that’s where our story began. Days passed, and our conversations grew. Meeting secretly, stopping at the corner of the lane to talk, long phone calls at night… it all felt like a dream. But every love story has a challenge… in ours, it was her brothers. They didn’t approve of our relationship at all. They even stopped her from stepping out and took away her phone. That was the hardest time for us. We couldn’t talk, couldn’t meet. But when love is real… it finds a way. I didn’t give up. I went to her family to talk. At first,