Iya Writes (One Shot Stories)

When Love Finds You

Vanezya was an independent lady to whom the rhythm of a busy life had become ordinary in a lively city. Driven and independent, her days were filled with work, some personal projects, and continually hunting for new goals. They admired her strength, but they did not know the silent ache she endured-that is, a longing for something or someone that felt like home.

She had tried so hard to look for love in the past, but all her efforts seemed to be in vain. She got tired of trying to make connections, putting herself out there, only to be misunderstood or underappreciated. So, Vanezya put love aside, focused on herself, her dreams, and the little joys that brought her peace. In her mind, if love was meant for her, then it would just come naturally someday.

And one rainy evening, she encountered Lucas. They bumped into each other in a quiet little bookstore where she usually retreated from the racket of the world. Lucas was tender and quiet; indeed, one sensed that he himself did not quite believe it: that Vanezya took interest in him. Their early talks were shy and very, very careful, and still every word seemed to fall in the right place to create some little piece of the immense unseen puzzle.

Weeks turned into days, and Lucas became part of Vanezya's life. They used to share silly jokes together, their dreams, and quiet time under city lights. A certain comfort inside her stirred something in Vanezya, which she never knew before; she was just not that someone without him. She did not think Lucas completed her, but he made her feel understood, appreciated, and valued.

One night when walking along the quiet riverside path, Vanezya turned to look up at Lucas, lost in the soft glow of the admiration of the city. She realized that without even looking for it, she had found that which she had longed for. Lucas was her peace, her quite place amidst the din and roar of the world. Love came to her when she began not to search but let her lids open to the unexpected.

Holding his hand Vanezya whispered to him that she used to think like this, she needs a chase for love and her right person; but I now understand; love is not somewhere you look, but rather feeling that someone makes you know you are at home.

After that, Vanezya got to know love does not come when we want them to come. But just when we start feeling or ready to accept the heart.

"Sometimes, love finds you when you stop looking and simply open your heart."

THE END.