The sky over the small town of Willow Creek was always unpredictable, just like love. Some days it shined bright, and some days it poured without warning.
Aarav never believed in love.
At least, not the kind people wrote about. Not the kind that made hearts race or kept people awake at night. To him, love was just a distraction—something that slowed people down.
He had his reasons.
After losing his parents at a young age, Aarav had learned to depend only on himself. He worked part-time at a small bookstore, studied hard, and kept his life simple. No emotions. No complications.
But life had its own plans.