SKY___LOVE STORY___ROMANTIC___ZAYAAN AREEB___ESHAL RAMEEN___FAMILY___RAINS___

# Beneath The Same Sky ## Main Characters * **Zayaan Areeb** — A quiet, intelligent young man carrying the weight of his family’s struggles. * **Eshal Rameen** — A soft-hearted girl with hidden dreams and a soul full of warmth. --- # Episode 1 — The Rain Between Us Karachi’s evening sky looked heavy with clouds when Eshal stepped out of the university gate, clutching her books close to her chest. The wind carried the smell of rain and the sound of distant traffic. She hated rainy days. Not because of the weather. But because rain always reminded her how lonely she was. Her father worked abroad. Her mother stayed busy taking care of the house and younger siblings. And Eshal… she had slowly learned how to keep her feelings locked inside. A few drops touched her cheeks. Then suddenly, the rain poured. Students rushed everywhere, laughing, running, covering their heads with bags. Eshal stood beneath a tree near the gate, waiting for the rain to slow. That’s when a black umbrella appeared above her. “You’ll get sick standing here,” a deep voice said. She looked up. A tall boy wearing a dark grey hoodie stood beside her. His eyes were calm, almost unreadable. “I’m okay,” she replied softly. “The rain disagrees.” A small smile escaped her lips. That was the first time she met Zayaan Areeb. Neither of them knew that moment would change their lives forever. He walked her toward the bus stop under the umbrella. The streets glowed beneath the rainwater, and for some strange reason, Eshal felt peaceful. “What department?” he asked. “Literature.” “Hmm. Makes sense.” She frowned slightly. “What does that mean?” “You look like someone who writes sad poetry.” Eshal laughed for the first time that day. And Zayaan noticed. He noticed everything. The way she hid her smile. The way she avoided eye contact. The way loneliness quietly lived inside her eyes. When her bus arrived, she stepped onto the first stair before turning back. “Thank you… for the umbrella.” “Keep it,” he said. “But—” “I’ll see you again.” And somehow… it didn’t sound like a guess. ---