Love In Monsoon

From all the seasons, she only waited for the monsoon to come early. For her rainy season is a sign of romance.

“Why are you so obsessed with the rainy season?” Shaira’s sister asked her. Jumping on the bed, Shaira excitedly said, “Because this is the season of romance. When water droplets touch the ground, it feels like your love is kissing you passionately. And you know……”.

Pausing her, Shaira’s sister said, “Ok, Understood. Don’t want to know about this. You go and do your romance.” Shaira goes from there, making faces.

She went to the market to buy groceries. There she saw just a normal-looking guy holding his grandmother’s hand and putting a rose in her hair. She couldn’t see the face of his grandmother. She said to herself, “This guy is amazing. When all the boys give rose to their lovers, he is putting a rose on his grandmother’s hair.” Shaira was amazed, and maybe she was attracted to this guy.

The next day she went to her favourite cafe with her friends. When she went to order pastries at the counter, she saw the same guy waiting for his order. She thought to talk to him but stopped and turned away, thinking she would look like a fool. She then looked back for once to see if the guy was still there or not. When she turned around, the guy was not there. So she took her food and went to the table.

After having a great time with her friends, she came home. All the family members were watching the news. She sat

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beside her father. As soon as the news came of the monsoon appearing, Shaira’s sister looked at Shaira, but to her surprise, she was not excited. After dinner, when the sisters went to bed, Shaira’s sister asked, “You were excited in the morning that monsoon is coming. Now you are not excited at all. What happened suddenly?” Shaira was sad and told her, “Maybe this monsoon is going to be unromantic.” Her sister tells her, “Just sleep and hope for better. You never know what happens next.”

Next week when she went to buy groceries, she came across the same guy. She was overwhelmed but controlled her excitement. When she was done with her shopping, suddenly, it started raining. Everyone was running here and there, taking shelter. Only Shaira and the guy were left there. Shaira opened her umbrella, and out of the blue, she asked the guy, “If you don’t mind, then we can share the umbrella.” As the guy said, “Of course, and thanks for the help,” there was a shine in her eyes.

When they both were under the umbrella, the guy said, “Hi, I am Dhruv. I know you.” Shaira trembled, and he held her hand. She was surprised to hear this and asked him, “How?”. He told her, “You and I were same in the same function held last week. I saw you helping my grandmother. I wanted to thank you. But couldn’t do it. So, thank you.” She then smiled and said, “You are most welcome.” He said, “The monsoon has really started.” She whispered, “Yes for me also,” with a big smile on her face.