Chapter 5: The First Touch
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A Love Story That Defies Time
By Santhosh Vishwamitra
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Chapter 5: The First Touch
Aarav never believed in fate, but if there was ever a moment that made him question everything, it was this.
The festival of lights had turned the city into a painting of gold and fire. Streets sparkled with fairy lights, the scent of sweets filled the air, and laughter echoed from every corner.
Amidst the glowing lanterns and the sea of people, his eyes found her.
Meera stood near a stall, struggling to tie the delicate threads of a diya’s wick. She was frowning, biting her lip in frustration, completely unaware of the world around her.
Aarav smirked.
Without a word, he stepped forward, gently taking her hand in his.
Meera stilled.
Aarav’s fingers brushed against hers as he guided them, wrapping the thread just right, his touch warm against her skin.
She didn’t move.
Didn’t breathe.
Her heart pounded so loudly she was sure he could hear it.
The world around them blurred. The noise faded.
It was just his hands on hers. Just the heat between them. Just a moment so delicate that she feared even breathing would shatter it.
Then—he looked up.
His dark eyes met hers, searching, questioning.
And for the first time in years, Meera felt something crack inside her walls.
Something warm.
Something terrifying.
She pulled her hands back suddenly, as if burned, taking a step away. "I—I should go."
Aarav didn’t stop her. He simply smiled.
"Happy Diwali, Meera," he said softly.
Meera turned and walked away.
But that night, as she stood by her window, watching the sky explode into colors, she couldn’t stop thinking about his touch.
And how it made her feel alive.
—Santhosh Vishwamitra
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