Rain knows our name

In the winding lanes of Rishikesh, where the air smells of wet earth and unfinished prayers -
lives a girl who was never meant to be noticed.

~ ASHIYANA SHARMA ~
Seventeen. Scholarship student. Dutiful daughter.
A quiet achiever in a world that values noise.
She finds peace in clouds, silence in trees, and love in the kind of rain that make beautiful beats of music.

Her biggest fear?
Not failing...
but letting her parents down.
Love was never part of her plan.
Until a boy with still, dark hazel eyes and a silver bracelet handed her an umbrella -
and didn't say a word.

Somewhere between a school bell and a second glance,
I met someone who didn't touch my hand -
but still left his fingerprints.
- Ashiyana

~ VARDAAN SINGHANIA ~
Old money. New wounds.
He has everything a last name can buy -
except being understood.
He's learned to live behind masks no one ever asks him to remove.

Until a girl looks past the surname, the silence, the privilege -
and sees him.
Just him.

The girl who forgets herself in the voice of Kishore Kumar.
Who wears her school ID like armor.
Who fears her own dreams more than she fears failure.

In a world that never asked me what I felt -
her eyes did.
And I didn't know how to lie to them.
- Vardaan

One glance. One shared stillness.
And something shifts.

From school corridors to monsoon-soaked rooftops,
through borrowed books, stolen silences, and impossible choices -
they begin to unravel everything they were taught to bury.