When Coffee Met Rain

It wasn’t love at first sight. It was love at the third coffee, fifth awkward silence, and the tenth time he noticed how she tucked her hair behind her ear when she was nervous.

Aarav had always believed that love was loud—fireworks, grand gestures, cinematic confessions. But when he met Aanya, it felt like a quiet song on a rainy afternoon. Gentle, consistent, and impossible to ignore.

They met at a bookstore café. She picked up the same book he was reaching for—The Fault in Our Stars. She smiled. He stepped back, let her have it, and jokingly said, “If we fall in love, at least we’ll know who to blame.” She laughed.

Conversations turned into routines. Sunday mornings were reserved for long walks, Wednesday evenings for chaotic cooking experiments, and every day was sprinkled with stolen glances and inside jokes.

He never asked her to be his. She never asked where this was going. But on one random day, as the rain painted stories on the window, she looked at him and whispered, “You feel like home.”

And in that moment, he knew—this wasn’t just a chapter. She was the whole damn story.