The sky had been heavy all day, as if it was waiting for the perfect moment to break. By evening, the clouds could no longer hold back, and rain poured down in silver sheets, drenching the quiet streets of the city.Aanya stood at the bus stop, clutching her bag close to her chest. She hadn’t expected the rain. Her umbrella lay forgotten at home, and now she was stranded, watching as people rushed past her, seeking shelter.The streetlights flickered, reflecting off the wet roads like scattered stars. The air smelled of earth and something new—like beginnings.Aanya sighed softly. It had