Riya moved to Mumbai chasing her dream job, but the city felt too loud, too fast, too crowded.
Every evening, she stopped at the same street coffee cart, where a warm cappuccino made the city feel a little less chaotic.
One night, after a long tiring day, she reached the cart and found a new guy making coffee.
Tall, calm, wearing a black shirt and headphones around his neck.
He looked up and smiled.
“Regular cappuccino, right?”
Riya blinked. “How do you know?”
“I’ve seen you walk by every day. You always look like you need a warm drink.”
She laughed softly. “You’re not wrong.”
His name was Vihaan. He had moved to Mumbai too—chasing music dreams while helping at his uncle’s coffee cart.
Every evening, they talked… sometimes about work, sometimes about life, sometimes about nothing at all.
And for the first time, Riya felt like the city wasn’t swallowing her—someone was making space for her.
One rainy evening, the city traffic was wild, lights reflecting on the wet road.
Riya arrived soaked, shivering slightly.
Without a word, Vihaan took off his hoodie and put it around her shoulders.
“You’ll fall sick,” he murmured.
Her heart skipped. “And what about you?”
“I’m fine. You’re the one I’m worried about.”
That was the first moment she realized—this wasn’t just coffee anymore.
Weeks later, he finally said it:
“Riya… I know this city makes us hustle all day, but you’re the only peaceful thing I look forward to.”
She smiled, took his hand, and whispered:
“Then let’s make the city peaceful together.”
Under the glowing streetlights, with the sound of traffic fading in the background, their urban love story quietly began.
