Chapter 1: Between the Folds of an Old Diary
When the city was drenched in the earthy scent of rain, Saibal sat in his attic room, tracing his fingers along the windowpane. Through the blurred glass, the world outside looked like a delicate watercolor painting. Saibal was an artist by profession, but it had been a long time since he had picked up a brush. His canvases lay in a corner, gathering dust.
Suddenly, an old blue envelope slipped from the top of the cupboard and fluttered to the floor. Saibal stared at it for a long moment. The envelope was old, its corners yellowed with time. As he opened it, a small scrap of paper fell out, carrying that familiar handwriting. It was Riya.
The beginning of Saibal and Riya's relationship had been like a mountain spring—clear and restless. When they first met at a small coffee shop, there was a strange, haunting magic in Riya's eyes. Saibal knew that day that he could never truly paint those eyes; no pigment could capture such depth.
Chapter 2: The Afternoon of Distance
Love between Saibal and Riya had become a beautiful habit. They would sit for hours on a park bench in silence, yet a thousand words would pass between them through glances alone. But life rarely moves in a straight line. The struggles of Saibal's career and the pressures from Riya's family built an invisible wall between them.
On a fading afternoon, Riya came to see him one last time. The sky was stained with a bruised red. Riya had said, "Saibal, perhaps some stories are more beautiful when they remain incomplete."
Saibal couldn't find the words to stop her. He simply watched her walk away until she disappeared. That memory remained a scar in a corner of his heart. The blue envelope was her final letter—one Saibal had never found the courage to fully read. But today, as the rain poured, his heart grew restless and defiant.
Chapter 3: The Battle Between the Brush and Memory
With the envelope in hand, Saibal walked slowly toward his easel. For the first time in years, his hands were trembling. Today, he wouldn't just paint Riya; he would paint all the unspoken words between them.
As the first stroke of the pencil touched the white paper, Saibal felt himself traveling back in time. Riya's enchanting face behind those glasses, the stray lock of hair that always fell across her forehead—everything began to come alive on the paper. As he drew, Saibal realized that love isn't just about being together; it's about carefully nurturing someone's memory in the deepest chambers of the soul.
The night deepened as he worked. The sound of rain faded, replaced by the soft glow of a streetlamp spilling into the room. When the sketch was finally finished, it showed a young woman looking out of a window toward a thin crescent moon hiding behind clouds. At the bottom of the sketch, Saibal wrote one word: "Incomplete."
Chapter 4: A New Dawn
The next morning, the sky was clear. Saibal decided to send the sketch to a local gallery. When the drawing was displayed, a crowd gathered. Everyone stopped, mesmerized by the magic in the eyes of the girl in the portrait.
Suddenly, a young woman stood frozen before the sketch. Tears welled in her eyes. Saibal watched from a distance, his heart skipping a beat as she turned around. It was the same familiar face from the sketch, glasses and all.
Riya walked slowly toward Saibal. In her hand was a new letter, just like the old blue envelope. She smiled softly and asked, "Did you call me back just to finish our incomplete story?"
Saibal smiled. There was no need for rain today; the clouds in their hearts had finally cleared, leaving only sunshine. They realized then that some partings happen only so that two souls can find their way back to each other, even stronger than before