Sneha Meena

Intro They grew up together in Bangalore, two houses apart. Gagan, with his easygoing charm and boyish grin, was the kind who made everyone feel light. Meena, a Tamil girl with sharp eyes and a sharper tongue, was fiercely protective of him, even when they argued like enemies. From school projects to petty fights, from cricket in the streets to waiting for each other after class — they were inseparable. When Meena’s father got transferred back to their native place, Chennai, after 10th grade, she had to leave. That day, Gagan didn’t show up to say goodbye. He claimed he had a stomachache, but the truth was, he didn’t know how to say goodbye to someone who had always just been there. Years passed.she moved to bangalore for MBA .Destiny brought them back together during MBA — same college, same campus, different versions of themselves. Meena had grown into a confident, graceful young woman with her Tamil identity worn proudly — jasmine in her braid, soft cotton salwars, fluent English laced with sweet Tamil accent. Gagan had matured too, still full of jokes but more focused. When they saw each other during orientation, there was silence — a second that felt longer than their years apart. They didn’t need introductions. They picked up exactly where they left off.