Mohabbat~e~Baarish

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The sky over Mumbai darkened as ominous clouds gathered, signaling an approaching thunderstorm. Priya stood on the balcony of her apartment, feeling the first few drops of rain on her face. She smiled, her heart racing with excitement. She had always loved the monsoon season; it brought back memories of her childhood and the simple joys of playing in the rain. The scent of petrichor filled the air, mingling with the distant hum of the city.

The sound of her phone buzzing interrupted her thoughts. It was a message from Aarav

Aarav💓: On my way! Can't wait to see you. :)

Priya's heart fluttered. Aarav was someone special, someone who had slowly and steadily become an important part of her life. They had met six months ago at a mutual friend's wedding. What started as a simple exchange of pleasantries had soon evolved into something deeper. Their conversations had grown longer, their meetings more frequent. Aarav's kind nature and sense of humor had won her over.

The rain started to fall more heavily, and Priya stepped back inside, closing the balcony door behind her. She glanced around her cozy apartment. The living room was filled with soft cushions, warm lights, and the aroma of freshly made chai. She had spent the afternoon preparing for Aarav's visit, making sure everything was perfect.

As the wind picked up, she heard the rustling of leaves and the distant rumble of thunder. The weather forecast had warned of a severe storm, but Priya was more excited than concerned. She loved the drama and intensity of thunderstorms, the way the sky lit up with flashes of lightning, and the powerful roar of thunder that followed.

She walked over to the window and watched as the street below transformed under the downpour. People hurried to find shelter, vendors quickly covered their stalls, and children, undeterred by the rain, splashed gleefully in the forming puddles. The city seemed to come alive in a different way during the monsoon, and Priya reveled in it.

Her phone buzzed again, this time a call from Aarav.

"Hello?"

She answered, her voice filled with anticipation.

Hi Jaan! Baarish dekh rhi ho?

Aarav's voice was warm and familiar, a comfort amidst the growing storm.

Hanji. It's beautiful, isn't it?

She replied, gazing out at the sheets of rain.

It is. I'm stuck in traffic, though. Seems like everyone decided to hit the road just as the storm started

Aarav said with a hint of frustration.

Chinta mat karo, Aarav. Aaram se chalana. Also chai bhi ready hai, jab bhi tum aao.

Priya reassured him, her tone soothing.

Thanks, Priya. I'll be there as soon as I can

Aarav promised before hanging up.

Priya put her phone down and decided to prepare some snacks to go with the chai. She hummed a tune as she moved around the kitchen, the sound of rain her constant companion. She knew Aarav loved pakoras, especially on rainy days, so she set to work, mixing the batter and chopping the vegetables.

The storm outside grew fiercer, and the power flickered momentarily before going out completely. Priya sighed but wasn't too worried. She lit some candles and placed them around the room, their soft glow adding a romantic touch to the evening.

The aroma of frying pakoras soon filled the apartment, and Priya couldn't help but sneak a bite. She laughed at herself, thinking of how Aarav would tease her for not waiting for him.

She thought back to the first time they had met. It was a chaotic wedding, with guests bustling about and children running everywhere. Aarav had bumped into her, almost spilling her drink. His apologies had been so earnest and his smile so genuine that Priya had instantly felt at ease with him. They had spent the rest of the evening talking and laughing, discovering a shared love for books, music, and, of course, the rain.

The sound of heavy rain against the windows pulled Priya back to the present. She checked her phone again, hoping for an update from Aarav. Nothing yet. She sighed and turned her attention back to the pakoras, making sure they were just right.

As she worked, she thought about how much she had come to care for Aarav. He was different from anyone she had ever met, and the thought of him made her heart swell with happiness. She hoped that tonight, despite the storm, would be another step forward in their growing relationship.

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Hey there my sweet buddies. Aaj mausam ne bhi saath de diya😉. Toh kyu na ek aur story ho jaye. Please do share and vote also comment bhiiii.

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