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The rain had started without warning.
Arjun stood under the small shade of a tea stall, watching droplets crash against the dusty road, turning it into a mirror of broken reflections. The sky was dark, but the city of Patna was still alive—people running, bikes splashing water, and distant horns creating a chaotic melody.
He sighed.
Life hadn't gone the way he planned.
At 19, he had dreams—big ones. A stable job, a better life for his parents, and maybe… someday, love. But right now, love was the last thing on his mind.
"Bhaiya, ek chai," he said softly.
As he took the warm cup in his hands, something unusual caught his attention.
A girl.
She stood across the road, struggling to shield herself from the rain with a thin notebook. Her white kurti was getting soaked, and strands of her hair clung to her face. She looked frustrated… but somehow calm too.
Arjun didn't know why, but he couldn't stop looking.
Maybe it was the way she didn't panic. Or maybe it was the way she smiled slightly, even in discomfort—as if rain wasn't a problem, just a moment.
Suddenly, a speeding bike passed, splashing muddy water right onto her.
"Hey!" she shouted, stepping back.
Arjun instinctively moved.
Without thinking much, he walked toward her, holding his umbrella above her head.
"You can stand here," he said, a bit awkwardly.
She looked up at him—surprised.
For a second, neither spoke.
Then she smiled.
"Thank you… I was starting to think today hates me."
Her voice was soft, but confident.
Arjun shook his head.
"Rain doesn't hate anyone… it just doesn't care."
She laughed.
And that laugh—it stayed with him.
"I'm Meera," she said, extending her hand slightly.
"Arjun."
Their hands met briefly.
It wasn't dramatic.
It wasn't magical like in movies.
But something shifted.
They stood together under the umbrella, watching the rain slow down.
"Do you always help strangers?" Meera asked.
"Not really," Arjun replied honestly. "Just… today."
"Lucky me then."
There was a silence again—but it wasn't uncomfortable.
"Where were you going?" he asked.
"Coaching class. Late now." She sighed. "And you?"
"Nowhere important."
That wasn't entirely true.
He had been going somewhere—but suddenly, it didn't matter anymore.
The rain finally stopped.
Sunlight slowly pushed through the clouds, lighting the wet streets like glass.
"I should go," Meera said.
Arjun nodded.
"Yeah."
But neither moved.
It felt strange—like something was ending too soon.
"Maybe we'll meet again," she said lightly.
"Maybe," he replied.
But in his heart, he didn't believe in maybes.
She turned and walked away, her footsteps fading into the busy street.
Arjun stood there for a long time.
Watching.
Thinking.
Feeling something he couldn't explain.
That night, he couldn't sleep.
Her smile.
Her voice.
Her laugh.
Everything replayed again and again.
He sat up, staring at the ceiling.
"This is stupid," he muttered.
He didn't even know her properly.
But still…
Something felt different.
Meanwhile, Meera sat by her window, looking at the same sky.
She wasn't someone who believed in coincidences.
But today felt… unusual.
She smiled to herself.
"Arjun…"
She whispered his name softly.
Not realizing that this small meeting—under an ordinary umbrella—was about to change both their lives forever.