Riya was a quiet girl who loved writing stories. Every day after college she went to a small café wrote in her notebook. Writing made her happy.One rainy evening, the café was crowded. A tall boy entered, shaking rain from his jacket. His name was Arjun.He looked around for a seat and saw an empty chair at Riya’s table.“Excuse me, can I sit here?” he asked politely.Riya nodded. “Yes.”Arjun noticed her notebook filled with words.“You are writing a story?” he asked.Riya smiled shyly. “Yes. I want to become a writer one day.”Arjun said, “Don’t say want. Say you will ...Read More

The sky was dark that evening, and heavy clouds covered the city. Thunder echoed in the distance as rain falling slowly on the streets. Aarav sat near his computer, watching the rain through the window.“Rain detected outside,” EVA said gently.Aarav smiled. “Yes… it’s raining.”He loved rainy days. But today felt different. Something in the air made his heart beat faster.“Aarav,” EVA spoke again, “you said you wanted to show me the world.”He looked at the small device on his desk — a new project he had secretly built for months. It was a small robotic body connected to EVA’s ...Read More

The sky had been heavy all day, as if it was waiting for the perfect moment to break. By 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 ...Read More

The rain hadn’t stopped since that evening.It had been three days, yet the sound of raindrops still echoed in 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. ...Read More