The story behind 'Door Kyu'

Rohit first met Aisha during college orientation. She had this infectious energy, like a beam of sunshine, lighting up any room she walked into. For Rohit, it was instant—he felt something beyond just admiration, something deeper that tugged at his heartstrings. But instead of rushing things, he decided to be her friend first. After all, he was more than happy just being around her.

Over the months, their bond grew. They shared laughs over coffee, stayed up late exchanging memes, and often confided in each other about their problems. Their conversations would range from the most trivial things, like the best flavor of ice cream, to deeper topics about their fears and dreams. To Aisha, Rohit was her anchor—someone she could lean on, someone who made her feel safe.

For Rohit, however, his feelings continued to grow. He fell in love with her warmth, her laugh, the way she twirled her hair when she was nervous. But he didn’t want to risk scaring her away, so he kept his feelings at bay, carefully hidden beneath their easy friendship.

Then, something started to change. Aisha began to act a little differently. She started sending Rohit texts late at night, not just about their college assignments, but about how her day was or something funny that reminded her of him. She’d always suggest hanging out just the two of them instead of with their usual group of friends. She’d lean in a little closer when they sat next to each other, her arm brushing against his, lingering a moment longer than necessary.

One day, as they sat together on a park bench, Aisha looked over at Rohit, her eyes softening as she said, “You know, I feel like I can be myself around you. Like I don’t have to pretend to be someone I’m not.” Rohit’s heart skipped a beat at her words. He felt like maybe—just maybe—she felt the same way he did.

The signs were all there. Aisha’s playful teasing, her constant presence in his life, the way she smiled at him—there was something more behind her eyes, something she was scared to say. It gave Rohit hope, and he decided he had to let her know how he felt. He couldn’t keep pretending that he was okay with just being friends when he wanted so much more.

One evening, they were walking back from a small café near campus, the sky painted in soft pinks and oranges as the sun set. Rohit gathered all his courage, turning to Aisha as they stopped by a quiet corner of the road.

"Aisha," he began, his voice trembling slightly. "There’s something I’ve been wanting to tell you... I... I think I’ve fallen for you. I can’t keep pretending that I’m just your friend because I want to be so much more than that."

Aisha looked at him, her smile fading into something more serious, her eyes full of emotion. She bit her lower lip, hesitating before speaking. "Rohit, I... I don’t want to lose you. What if... what if this doesn’t work out? What if we end up ruining everything we have?" There was fear in her voice—fear of losing the friendship they had built, fear of taking a leap and falling.

Rohit sighed, taking a step closer. "I understand, Aisha. I’m scared too. But I’m willing to take that risk because what we have means the world to me. And I think... maybe it could be even more beautiful if we tried."

Aisha looked away, her eyes welling up slightly. "I don’t know, Rohit... I’m just so scared. I can’t imagine losing you." She shook her head, taking a step back. "Maybe it’s better if we don’t push this any further."

Rohit forced a smile, hiding his disappointment. "It’s okay, Aisha. I won’t push you. I just... I needed you to know." He reached out, giving her hand a gentle squeeze. Aisha looked up at him, her eyes filled with a mix of sadness and longing.

Days turned into weeks, and while they tried to pretend everything was the same, there was an unspoken tension between them. Aisha still acted like she cared—she’d still send him random texts, still laugh at his jokes—but there was a distance, a wall she had built between them to protect herself from what could go wrong.

And yet, in quiet moments, when they sat together under the stars or when they shared a quiet cup of coffee, Rohit could feel it—that same spark, that same love, just waiting beneath the surface. He knew she felt something for him, but her fears kept her from taking that leap.

Rohit decided that all he could do was wait—wait for her to be ready, to realize that sometimes, love was worth the risk. He would stay by her side, as her friend, as her confidant, hoping that one day, she’d take his hand and be willing to fall, knowing that he’d always be there to catch her.

From this story emerged the melodic symphony of the song 'Door Kyu'.