In the days that followed, Aarav and Priya's relationship grew even stronger. They spent more time together, exploring the city, going on little adventures, and making new memories. The monsoon season continued, with its occasional thunderstorms and heavy downpours, but instead of being inconvenient, they became moments of joy and connection.
One evening, as they sat on the balcony watching the rain, Aarav turned to Priya and took her hand.
Priya, I've been thinking a lot about us
He said, his voice serious. Priya's heart skipped a beat.
What about us?
I love you, Priya. And I can't imagine my life without you. I want us to be together, always
Aarav said, looking into her eyes. Tears welled up in Priya's eyes.
I want that too, Aarav. More than anything.
Aarav reached into his pocket and pulled out a small box.
Priya, will you marry me? Aur budhe hone tak baarish dekhogi mere saath?
He asked, opening the box to reveal a beautiful ring.
Priya gasped, her hand flying to her mouth.
Oh my God, Aarav, yes! Yes, I'll marry you!
She exclaimed, tears of joy streaming down her face. Aarav slipped the ring onto her finger, and they hugged each other tightly, both overwhelmed with happiness. The rain poured down around them, but they didn't care. They were in their own little world, filled with love and promise.
As they looked out at the rain-soaked city, they knew that they were ready to face whatever the future held. Together, they would weather any storm, find joy in the smallest moments, and build a life filled with love and happiness.
The monsoon season would always hold a special place in their hearts, a reminder of the night they confessed their love and the day they promised to spend their lives together. And as the rain continued to fall, Aarav and Priya embraced their future, knowing that their love was strong enough to withstand any storm.
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Hey there my sweet buddies, so this is the end of this story. I hope aap sbko yeh story pasand aayi ho. Will meet you in another. Till then take care, and baarish ka luft uthao.
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