The rain had just begun to fall when Aisha ran across the college courtyard, clutching her notebook to her chest. She hated the rain — it always reminded her of the day her father left. But today, something was different. As she reached the gate, a voice called out, "Hey! You forgot this!"
She turned to see Rohan, the quiet boy from her literature class, holding her pen. It wasn't just any pen — it was her mother's gift. She smiled, a little embarrassed. "Thank you," she said softly.
From that tiny moment, something began.
They started talking after class. Rohan was shy but kind. He loved poetry, and Aisha loved listening to him read. They would sit under the old banyan tree, sharing stories, dreams, and sometimes silence.
One evening, as the sun dipped behind the college building, Rohan asked, "Do you believe in forever?"
Aisha laughed. "Forever is just a word, Rohan. People change."
He looked at her, eyes gentle but firm. "Maybe. But some feelings don't."
The semester passed, and so did the days of laughter and secrets. Then came the news — Rohan had received a scholarship to study abroad. Aisha congratulated him, but her heart felt heavy. She realized she had fallen in love.
On his last day, it rained again. They met under the same banyan tree. Rohan handed her a small notebook. "For you," he said. "Every poem in here is about you."
Tears filled her eyes. "You'll forget me there," she whispered.
He shook his head. "I'll remember you every time it rains."
Years passed. Aisha became a teacher, still keeping that notebook close. She often read his poems on lonely nights, feeling the warmth of his words.
One stormy afternoon, she was walking home when she heard a familiar voice behind her. "Still hate the rain?"
She turned — and there he was. Older, taller, but with the same kind eyes.
"Rohan?" she gasped.
He smiled. "I told you, some feelings don't change."
The rain poured harder, but neither moved. He stepped closer, took her hand, and said, "I came back to keep my promise."
And under the same banyan tree, soaked and laughing, they finally kissed — the rain washing away the years between them.
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