PrakrityJha
It was raining_not the loud kind of rain, but the gentle whisper that soaks quietly into her skin.
Aarna stood at the exit gate of Inchon airport, holding her bag in one hand and her phone in other, where Google Maps blinked uncertainly at her.
Aarna - a writer, a collector of love stories from every corner of the world. And now, for her latest project, she had come to South Korea - chasing stories, chasing inspiration. Bus as she gazed at the unfamiliar skyline blurred by mist and rain, her heart fluttered with something more than just curiosity. Maybe it was the beginning of something she couldn't yet name.
"Is this a dream or real?" She whispered to herself, the damp air catching her words like secret.
Just a few feet away, camera flashes burst through the mist. A frenzy fans swarmed around another arrival - MIN-JOON. Hidden behind a hoddie and face mask, the global sensation slipped through the chaos, unnoticed by Aarna. In a blink, he vanished into a sleek black van, the noise trailing after him like an echo.
Two stranger. One grounded, the other floating in a world of fame.
One just arrived, wide-eyed and drenched in possibility. The other, used to disappearing.
But fate doen't need permision.
And Aarna - the woman who writes about love - is about to live her own story.