A hot love story

Rain was falling softly when Ayan first noticed her at the bus stop. She was struggling with a broken umbrella, laughing at her own bad luck. Without thinking, he walked over and held his umbrella above her head.
“Looks like the sky chose you today,” he said.
She smiled, warm and shy. “Then you just saved me from it.”
They talked while waiting for the bus—about favorite songs, small dreams, and how both of them secretly loved late-night tea. When the bus arrived, it was crowded, but they stood close, sharing quiet smiles as the city lights passed by.
Before she got off, she wrote her number on a small piece of paper and placed it in his hand.
“Don’t let the rain be our last meeting,” she said.
Ayan watched her disappear into the crowd, his heart lighter than it had been in years, knowing that sometimes love begins in the simplest moments—under a small umbrella, on an ordinary rainy day.

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