In the heart of Pune's monsoon season, where office buildings scrape the sky and dreams often drown in corporate mediocrity, something extraordinary happens every time the clouds gather. Nimisha Mathur has discovered a secret that the universe has been whispering through raindrops for centuries: precipitation is not random, but purposeful. When the first drops fall on the night of her greatest professional disappointment, she encounters Dhanush Gherwal, a logic-driven software engineer who believes that weather is merely atmospheric science. But as their chance meetings on a rain-soaked balcony become a ritual, both begin to question everything they thought they knew about coincidence, destiny, and the mysterious forces that orchestrate human connection. Some storms change the landscape. Others change everything.

She is walking in the dark corridors which are barely lit, the only source of light is the torch light in her hand. As she is walking she heard someone calling her " Piyali...." she halted in her tracks and turned back, she find the voice familiar but can't decipher where she heard, the voice is so sweet to her... " Piyali"... the voice again called this time she decided to check. she walked towards the voice direction " who's is there?" Her voice echoed but no reply came, so she neared the spot from where the voice is heard, which is more darker than the corridor, even her torch is falling short in the darkness there, she is trying to adjust her eyes, squinting her eyes she asked again " who's is that?" She expected a reply but she was pulled into a hug. As a girl she is trying to defend herself but the hug is so strong she is unable to even move. she can hear that manly voice kept saying something to her, but she is unable to understand. Those hands now cupped her face, while she tried to see who it is, but she felt kisses on her neck traveling towards her face, she resisted and shouted " no...leave me...no" Hearing that the hands left her face immediately, and the manly voice sounded concern, but escaping from the grip, she started to run from there in the darkness. she is not in the right state of mind she just kept running and running until she bumped into someone. Find more in the story.....

𝐀𝐠𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐮 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐯 𝐭𝐨𝐡 𝐦𝐞𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐤𝐭𝐢 ; 𝐓𝐮 𝐑𝐚𝐦 𝐭𝐨𝐡 𝐦𝐞𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐢𝐭𝐚 ; 𝐓𝐮 𝐊𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐧 𝐭𝐨𝐡 𝐦𝐞𝐢𝐧 𝐑𝐚𝐝𝐡𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐧 𝐣𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐢 ; 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐢 𝐛𝐡𝐢 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐫 𝐬𝐞 𝐁𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢 𝐦𝐞𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐚𝐧 𝐣𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐢. ~𝐀.𝐆𝐮𝐩𝐭𝐚 ◉ 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 - 𝟏 : 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐌 𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐇 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐃𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 : 𝐓𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐞 ~ ( 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐌 𝐓𝐘𝐀𝐀𝐆 𝐇𝐀𝐈 ) 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐚 𝐁𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐬 (𝐚𝐚𝐡𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭) 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲. .𖥔 ݁ ˖. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ "𝐍𝐨𝐰, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬" 𝐑𝐮𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐤𝐬𝐡 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝, 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐫, 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐭. "𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐀𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐬 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬" "𝐈 𝐬𝐚𝐲, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐬 𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐦𝐞𝐬 - 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬" .𖥔 ݁ ˖. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁