Whisper of the mansoon

Whispers of the Monsoon-02

The rain began to slow, as if it wanted to give them their moment, their quiet, their own little world. Piya could feel her heart drumming against her chest as Aarav stood so close, his fingers barely brushing against hers. It was innocent, but there was a spark—one they both felt, one they couldn’t deny anymore.

“Piya,” Aarav whispered her name, so gently that it felt like a prayer. “You know, I’ve been waiting to tell you something.”

She looked up at him, those dark eyes of his pulling her in. “What is it?”

He smiled, shaking his head slightly as if unsure where to begin. “You’ve always been this quiet storm—calm on the outside, but so full of life and beauty within. I… I guess I’m just another boy caught in your storm.”

Piya’s lips parted, her cheeks blooming with color. “Aarav… I don’t know what to say.”

“You don’t have to say anything,” he said softly, his fingers finally slipping between hers, holding her hand. “Let me say it for both of us.”

The world seemed to still. The rain had softened to a drizzle, its rhythm matching the beating of their hearts. Aarav leaned in, his forehead resting against hers again, his voice so quiet, as if he was afraid to shatter the magic between them.

“I think I’ve fallen for you, Piya. Not because you’re beautiful—though you are. Not because you’re strong—though I’ve always admired that about you. I’ve fallen for you because when I’m with you, I feel like I’m home.”

Piya’s breath hitched, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. No one had ever spoken to her like that—no one had seen her the way Aarav did. Her lips trembled as she whispered back, “I think… I’ve been waiting for you, too.”

Aarav smiled, a real smile—one that reached his eyes. Slowly, carefully, he cupped her face in his hands, his thumbs brushing her cheeks as though she was something precious, something he would never let go of.

“Can I kiss you, Piya?” he asked softly.

Piya’s heart raced. She could barely manage a nod, but it was enough.

Aarav closed the space between them, his lips meeting hers with such tenderness it made her knees weak. It wasn’t just a kiss—it was a promise, a beginning, a whispered forever. The rain fell around them again, harder this time, as though celebrating their moment. And in that kiss, under the grey skies and the soft music of the monsoon, Piya knew her life would never be the same again.

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