The Storm Before The Spark - Part 2
Over the next few weeks, they ran into each other more than she’d have liked. Library corners, cafeteria lines, group events. He was everywhere — and he was always looking...
Sometimes with amusement, sometimes with a glint of mischief that made her stomach twist — not in a way she liked to admit.
Not only that, but they argued over music at a group meeting.
They bickered over who deserved the last samosa at the canteen.
They even competed in a dumb fresher-senior quiz night just to prove the other wrong.
And each time, the line between irritation and curiosity blurred a little more...
One rainy afternoon, Isha walked into the campus library, grateful for the temporary silence. The storm outside was growing, and most students had either fled to their hostels or were curled up in cafeterias...
Isha Sharma
{She moved through the maze of bookshelves and settled in a quiet corner — only to freeze.}
Rahul was already there...
Isha Sharma
(God, He's everywhere...)
Isha Sharma
(I can't even get some peace...)
Rahul Mehra
{Leaning back in his chair, headphones in one ear, a book in his hand — and that maddeningly smug expression the moment he noticed her.}
Isha Sharma
"Wow," {she muttered.} I can’t get rid of you, can I?...
Rahul Mehra
{He took out one earbud.} Miss me already?...
Isha Sharma
Keep dreaming...
Rahul Mehra
{He sat up, watching her as she dropped her bag onto the opposite chair.}
Rahul Mehra
You always talk this sweet, or am I just special?...
Isha Sharma
You’re definitely something. Just not sure if it’s special or just annoying...
Rahul Mehra
{He chuckled.} You know, I think you like arguing with me...
Isha Sharma
I Think you like assuming things...
Their eyes met across the table, and for a moment, there was no sound but the rain pelting the windows...
Isha Sharma
{ stood.} I have better things to do...
Isha Sharma
{She grabbed her bag and left without another word.}
But the rain outside had turned vicious. The walk from the library to the academic block was brutal — wind whipping at her face, her dupatta flying behind her, shoes sinking into puddles...
Isha Sharma
{She finally made it to the lecture hall, drenched and out of breath.}
It was almost empty. The storm had kept most students away...
Isha Sharma
(No, Not him again...)
Isha Sharma
(Why God why...)
Rahul Mehra
{Rahul sat at the back, long legs stretched out, flipping through his notes.}
Rahul Mehra
{He looked up the second she entered. And this time, there was no smirk.
Just something quiet in his gaze.}
Isha Sharma
{She walked past him slowly, dropping into the seat next to him — the only dry spot in the room.}
{Their breathing synced. The sound of thunder rumbling in the distance filled the space between them.}
Isha Sharma
{She turned to look at him.}
Rahul Mehra
{He was already looking at her.}
And then the lights flickered.
A loud crash of thunder.
The lights went out...
Isha Sharma
{In the sudden darkness, her hand brushed against his.}
Isha Sharma
{She didn’t move it.}
Rahul Mehra
{Neither did he.}
Their fingers, cold and wet, tangled without a word.
And yet, in that moment, the storm outside wasn’t nearly as loud as the one inside...
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Kei Kurono
This is definitely one of my new favorites!
2025-04-18
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