Rainbows And Sunsets ~ A Dhruv Jurel Fanfiction

Prologue

"एक लड़की भीगी भागी सी
सोती रातों में जागी सी मिली एक अजनबी से
कोई आगे ना पीछे
तुम ही कहो ये कोई बात हैं"

Dhruv Jurel had never been a fan of the rain, and tonight was a testament to that. The monsoon season in Mumbai had transformed the city into a landscape of relentless downpour. Dhruv, feeling the weight of the damp weather, sought refuge under a shop’s awning. He stood there, irritation etched on his face, his mood as gloomy as the stormy night.

The streets were nearly deserted, save for the occasional splash of someone braving the rain. Dhruv’s focus was on his phone, trying to ignore the drumming of the rain on the awning above. He couldn’t help but feel frustrated, having been caught out in the weather he despised so much.

Across the street, Ishita Shah was an embodiment of vibrant energy against the backdrop of the storm. She was returning from a temple visit, her red dress and brightly colored umbrella creating a vivid contrast to the monochrome world around her. Her laughter, carefree and joyous, cut through the rhythm of the rain as she danced through the puddles, completely at ease with the weather.

As Dhruv looked up from his phone, he saw her for the first time. Her cheerful demeanor and the way she embraced the rain made her stand out starkly against the dreary scene. He couldn't see her face but he watched, a mix of curiosity and annoyance in his eyes, as she twirled and splashed through the water.

Her happiness was palpable, a striking contrast to Dhruv’s frustration. For a moment, he found himself fascinated by her resilience and joy, even as he remained sheltered from the rain. Her laughter rang out, and the sight of her bright red dress and umbrella illuminated the street in a way that seemed almost magical.

Despite his attempt to remain detached, Dhruv’s gaze lingered. There was something about her uninhibited joy that caught his attention, making him momentarily forget his dislike for the rain. As she continued on her way, her presence lingered in Dhruv’s thoughts, a stark reminder of how differently people could experience the same storm.

With Ishita disappearing into the distance, Dhruv turned his attention back to his phone, but his mind was no longer fully engaged. The encounter, brief and unexpected, had left an impression. The rain continued to fall, but it seemed a little less oppressive now, the night a little brighter for the brief moment of color it had been graced with.