The rain hadn’t stopped since that evening.It had been three days, yet the sound of raindrops still echoed in Aisha’s heart like a memory she couldn’t escape. Every drop reminded her of that moment—the way Aarav had looked at her, standing under the broken shelter, his eyes holding something unspoken, something deeper than words.Aisha sat by her window, watching the grey sky stretch endlessly. Her notebook lay open, untouched. For the first time in months, she couldn’t write. Her thoughts weren’t her own anymore—they belonged to him.“Why does this feel so different?” she whispered to herself.She had met people before.