Aarav always sat at the same corner table in the café, headphones in, notebook open, pretending to study. But truthfully, he was waiting. Waiting for the girl who came every Friday evening, ordered hot chocolate, and sat by the window watching the rain.
Her name was Meera. He didn’t know it at first, but he knew her smile. A smile that seemed to light up the rainy evenings.
One day, the café was crowded, and the only empty seat was across from him. She walked over, shyly asked, “Mind if I sit here?”
His heart skipped. “Of course, please,” he said, closing his notebook quickly.
That rainy evening, they shared stories. About her love for painting, his obsession with books, their mutual dislike of pineapple on pizza. They laughed so hard, people turned to look at them.
From that day, every Friday became their day. Sometimes they went for long walks after coffee, holding an umbrella together. Sometimes they sat in silence, watching the rain outside, and it was enough.
One evening, Aarav surprised her. He placed a tiny box on the table and whispered, “You’ve made every rainy day the brightest part of my life. Will you keep smiling with me, forever?”
Her eyes filled with tears, but she laughed softly—the happiest laugh he’d ever heard—and said, “Yes, Aarav… forever.”
The café cheered. The rain kept falling. And their story—filled with coffee, rain, laughter, and love—was just beginning.
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✨ This story is short, warm, and ends on a happy note.
