Aarav was not the kind of boy who believed in love stories. For him, life was simple—study, work, and achieve something big. Emotions were distractions, and love was just a waste of time.
But life had other plans.
One rainy afternoon, while rushing to his college library, Aarav accidentally bumped into a girl. Her books fell on the floor, and before he could say anything, she quickly bent down to pick them up.
"I'm so sorry," Aarav said.
"It's okay," she replied softly, with a small smile.
That smile… it stayed in his mind.
Her name was Meera.
Days passed, and Aarav started noticing her everywhere—sitting quietly in the library, laughing with her friends, or walking alone with earphones on. There was something peaceful about her, something that pulled him closer without him even realizing.
One day, he gathered the courage to talk to her.
"Hi… you're Meera, right?"
She looked surprised but nodded. "Yes… and you?"
"Aarav."
That was the beginning.
They started talking more often—first about studies, then about life, dreams, and little things that made them happy. Aarav, who once avoided emotions, found himself waiting just to see her smile.
Meera was different. She believed in love, in small gestures, in meaningful conversations. She taught Aarav how to enjoy moments instead of always chasing the future.
One evening, they were sitting on the terrace of their college, watching the sunset.
"Do you believe in love now?" Meera asked playfully.
Aarav smiled. "I didn't… until I met you."
Meera looked at him, her eyes filled with warmth.
"I think I've changed," Aarav continued. "And I don't want to go back to the person I was before."
There was silence… but it wasn't awkward. It was peaceful.
"I like you, Meera," Aarav finally said.
Meera smiled softly. "I was waiting for you to say that."
From that moment, everything felt right.
Their love wasn't perfect—there were fights, misunderstandings, and moments of distance. But they always chose to stay, to understand, and to grow together.
Years later, Aarav would often think about that rainy day—the moment he accidentally bumped into Meera.
Because sometimes, the most beautiful love stories don't begin with a plan…
They begin with an accident.