As the monsoon season drew to a close, Dhruv stood by the window, watching the rain-soaked streets of Mumbai glisten under the fading light. The familiar patter of raindrops against the glass seemed to echo the rhythm of his heartbeat as he turned to Kavya, a question burning in his eyes.
"Kavya, hum mile kyonki hume milna tha. Pyaar hua kyonki woh bhi hona tha. Waise zyada kuch toh nhi keh paunga, bas itna bata do kya tum mere saath, mere budhape mein bhi baarish aur chai ke maze lena pasand karogi?"
Kavya's eyes lit up with joy, her heart overflowing with love for the man standing before her.
"Haan aur hamesha"
With those simple words, they sealed their promise to each other, their love shining like a beacon in the darkness of the rainy evening.And so, their love story continued, unfolding like a beautiful tapestry woven with threads of passion, devotion, and unyielding commitment. Together, they navigated the highs and lows of life, weathering every storm that came their way with unwavering strength and unwavering faith in each other.
Years passed in a blur of laughter and tears, of triumphs and tribulations, but through it all, their love remained steadfast, a guiding light that illuminated their path through the darkest of nights. And as they sat together by the window, watching raindrops race down the glass, they were reminded of the countless memories they had shared, of the countless moments that had shaped their journey together.
Their love, like the monsoon, remained eternal, ever-changing yet constant in its beauty and intensity. It was a love that had weathered the test of time, growing stronger with each passing day, each passing year.
And every time it rained, they danced in the downpour, their laughter mingling with the sound of thunder as they reveled in the joy of being alive, of being together. For in the monsoon season, love bloomed like the flowers that adorned the streets of Mumbai, vibrant and full of life.And as they held each other close, their hearts beating as one, they knew that their love was a force of nature, unstoppable and unbreakable, just like the rain that fell outside their window.For in the end, it was their love that mattered most, their love that had stood the test of time and emerged stronger and more beautiful than ever before. And as they looked towards the future, they knew that come rain or shine, they would always have each other, their love a beacon of hope in a world filled with uncertainty.
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Hey there my lovely raindrops, this story came to an end. Stay tuned for the new story.
Till then....Love you all💞
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Mohabbat~e~Baarish
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