The rain was pouring. Hard.
He ran— desperate for shelter. Anything to keep him from being completely drenched.
He catches cold easily in monsoon. That's why he hates the rain.
Getting wet? Clothes sticking? Not his vibe. Never was.
Usually, he came prepared— umbrella in hand, raincoat zipped up.
But today?
The weather had been clear. Forecast even promised sunshine.
He shouldn't have trusted it.
Now, he was soaked and shivering.
He found a huddle of trees and dashed beneath their canopy.
Not perfect, but enough.
He stood there, breath heavy, rain dripping from his hair, and sighed.
His mood was ruined now.
Shirt clinging, water trickling down his spine, fingers frustratedly ruffling through his wet hair—
And that's when he saw her.
His hand stilled mid-air. Fingers tangled in his hair.
Eyes... fixed.
Lips parted.
Breath caught.
Throat suddenly dry.
She stood in the middle of the road.
Everyone else ran for shelter— But not her.
She was just... standing there.
Eyes closed, arms wide open, smiling at the sky— completely drenched.
Her sky-blue suit clung to her like a second skin.
Her soaked hair hugged her cheeks and neck like poetry.
No panic. No cold. No fear.
She didn't care about getting wet.
She didn't care about the stares.
And— She loved the monsoon.
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RomanceJust some random, busy, shy and cute moments- the kind that sneak into your heart and refuse to leave, no matter how hard you try which makes your mind scream "Do it for the plot"
