Some meetings are not accidents. They are quiet conspiracies of fate.
Aarav Malhotra never believed in love at first sight. At twenty-four, he believed in logic, hard work, and deadlines. As a junior architect in Delhi, his world revolved around blueprints, coffee-stained notebooks, and sleepless nights. Love, to him, was a distraction, something fragile people depended on when reality felt too heavy.
That belief shattered on a rainy Thursday afternoon.
The rain had arrived unannounced, drenching the city in chaos. Aarav stood under the narrow shade of a bookstore near Connaught Place, irritation written across his face. His phone buzzed repeatedly, emails piling up, his boss demanding revisions before evening.
That's when he heard her voice.
"Excuse me… do you mind if I stand here too?"
It was soft, hesitant, yet strangely confident. Aarav looked up and froze.
She stood there with damp hair clinging to her face, a navy-blue kurti soaked at the edges, holding a notebook tightly against her chest as if it contained her entire world. Her eyes — deep, observant, curious — met his for a brief second before she looked away.Something shifted inside him.
"Uh… yeah. Sure," he replied, stepping aside.
Silence followed. Not awkward, but heavy. Charged.
"I hate sudden rain," she said, more to herself than to him.
Aarav smirked. "Delhi rain never asks permission."
She laughed softly. And that laugh — it stayed.
"My name's Meera," she added after a pause.
"Aarav."
They didn't shake hands. They didn't exchange numbers. They just stood there, two strangers watching rain blur the city into something softer.
Meera opened her notebook and began scribbling. Aarav tried not to stare, but curiosity got the better of him.
"You write?" he asked.
"Stories," she replied. "Mostly unfinished ones."
"Why unfinished?"
She looked at him then, really looked. "Because endings scare me."
Before he could respond, the rain slowed. Meera closed her notebook.
"I should go," she said.
"Will I see you again?" Aarav asked without thinking.
She smiled — a smile filled with mystery. "If destiny wants us to."
And just like that, she disappeared into the crowd, leaving behind a silence louder than the rain.
That night, Aarav couldn't focus. Her voice echoed in his mind. Her smile haunted him. He didn't know her story, her past, her pain — yet he felt an unfamiliar pull, as if a door had opened inside him that refused to close.
Somewhere in the city, Meera sat by her window, writing a new story.
This time, she didn't stop.
Because she had just met the man who might change everything — or ruin it completely.