It was the first day of monsoon when Ayan saw her.
The sky was dark, and rain was falling softly over the school courtyard. Students were running for shelter, but one girl stood near the window, watching the rain as if it was telling her a secret.
Her name was Nandini.
Ayan had never believed in love at first sight. But that day, something changed. It wasn't just her beauty — it was the calmness in her eyes, like she carried both storms and sunshine inside her.
They became classmates. Then friends.
They shared umbrellas during rain, books during exams, and laughter during boring lectures. Slowly, their conversations grew longer. Their silences grew softer.
Without saying it, they both knew — something beautiful was beginning.