Two Little Hearts

 In the quaint town of Darjeeling, nestled among rolling hills and whispering forests, two boys found themselves intertwined in a tale of vintage romance.

Marius, the son of the town's baker. A short, thin and fair boy with hair reaching upto his shoulders. He often indulges in the books at the library. He has his designated place inside the library, the corner of the last bookshelves. Whenever he got free time after school he would spend his whole time studying about a lot of things. This earned him his first nickname "The library ghost". His second nickname is "Maria" and only one specific person has the permission to call him that.

Samar was a newcomer, with tousled hair and a sketchbook always in hand. His family had recently moved to Darjeeling, seeking solace from the bustling city life. With a quiet demeanor and a passion for art, Samar found himself drawn to the charm of the town and its welcoming community.

Their paths first crossed one summer afternoon at the local antique shop, where Marius was picking out a gift for his mother's birthday. Samar, captivated by his beauty, holding an old camera with its intricate brass knobs and leather casing, struck up a conversation with the shy baker's son.

From that moment, a friendship blossomed like the wildflowers in the meadow behind Marius's bakery. Samar would often visit, sketching the sunlight filtering through the vine-covered windows while Marius crafted delicate pastries. They shared dreams and secrets, finding solace in each other's company.

As autumn painted the town in hues of amber and gold, Samar invited Marius on a nostalgic adventure through Darjeeling's forgotten corners. They discovered hidden gardens overgrown with ivy, and quiet bridges where the river whispered tales of the past. In the evenings, they sat by the old stone fountain in the town square, watching as the stars painted patterns across the night sky.

But beneath the surface of their idyllic days together, doubts lingered. Marius, hesitant to reveal his feelings, feared risking their precious friendship. Samar, haunted by memories of a city that never truly felt like home, wondered if he would ever find a place to belong.

It was on a crisp winter's day, with snowflakes dancing in the air like promises yet to be spoken, that Marius finally found the courage to confess. With a vintage pocket watch in hand, its ticking marking the passage of time and the beating of his heart, he poured out his feelings under the ancient oak tree where they had shared their first laughter.

Samar, touched by Marius's sincerity and moved by the beauty of their shared moments, reached out to take his hand. Amidst the whispers of a bygone era and the warmth of their intertwined fingers, they realized that love, like a treasured antique, only grew more precious with time.

And so, in the heart of Darjeeling, where the past and present intertwined like threads in a tapestry, Marius and Samar embarked on their own vintage romance. Hand in hand, they embraced the uncertainties of tomorrow, knowing that as long as they had each other, every season would bring new adventures and echoes of yesterday would forever guide their way.