Here's your "Maximum Love Story – 2 in 1" 💖
💞 Story 1: The Library Window
In a small town near Kolkata, there was a quiet school library where Ayaan first noticed Meera.
She always sat near the window, sunlight falling softly on her books. Ayaan wasn't the topper, nor the most confident boy—but he always found reasons to borrow books he never read, just to sit across from her.
One rainy afternoon, the power went out. The library turned dim and silent except for thunder. Meera looked a little scared.
Ayaan whispered, "Don't worry. Thunder is just clouds arguing."
Meera laughed. That was the first time she really looked at him.
Days turned into weeks. They started sharing notes, then secrets, then dreams. Meera wanted to become a writer. Ayaan wanted to become someone worthy of her.
One day, Meera had to move to another city. At the station, she handed him a small diary.
"Write our story," she said. "And when I come back, read it to me."
Years later, she returned—not to the library window, but to a book launch. The author's name on the cover?
Ayaan Malik.
And the dedication page read:
"To the girl by the library window, who turned thunder into music."
She smiled. Some love stories don't end. They grow.
❤️ Story 2: The Missed Call
Riya and Kabir met by accident—one wrong number.
Kabir dialed his friend's number, but instead reached Riya.
"Sorry, wrong number," he said.
"Maybe," she replied playfully, "or maybe destiny has bad handwriting."
They started talking. First for minutes. Then for hours. They shared songs, jokes, late-night fears, and early-morning hopes.
But there was a problem—they had never seen each other.
One day, Kabir decided to surprise her and traveled to meet her. He stood nervously at the café they had chosen.
A girl walked in, scanning the room. Their eyes met.
No dramatic music. No slow motion. Just two people smiling like they had finally found something they never knew they were missing.
Kabir said softly, "So… destiny finally spelled it right?"
Riya replied, "No. We did."
✨ Two stories. One feeling.
Love isn't always grand or loud. Sometimes it's a quiet library window.
Sometimes it's just a missed call.
If you want, I can write a sad version, a school version, or even a funny love story next 💕