Jiya,s pov
We got into the car. He asked me for the address, and I told him.
Now I feel like maybe Mom had told me to spend the day without any trouble—and it's already gone wrong.
So much has happened to me today.
Alex was driving really fast, clearly angry. It was obvious.
After a while, he started to slow down. Maybe his anger was fading.
I was sitting beside him in the car, still unable to believe it.
Just a few days ago, I thought I'd never even see him in this life—
And now I'm here, in his car.
When fate writes something for you, it finds a way.
While driving, he suddenly looked at me.
And I looked at him.
Our eyes met.
He looked away, but I couldn't.
There's something magical in those eyes.
My eyes have met many…
But only got lost in yours.
He's pretty like the night.
His hair—The night
His eyes—The stars
Him—The moon 🌙
Suddenly, heavy rain started pouring outside. The wind was howling.
It felt like a storm was coming.
And before I could even finish the thought, the storm arrived.
Alex suddenly said, "Damn it."
He pulled the car to the side.
Driving in this condition was risky.
It was getting bad.
I rolled the window down a bit.
Alex was staring at the road,
And I was looking at both the rain and him.
In English we say: Rain and you
But in poetry we say:
You fell into my life like July rain—soft, true,
And every Monsoon since has smelled a lot like you.
This moment means a lot to me.
I was staring at him, completely lost.
It's not like I've never seen someone more handsome than him—
But I don't know why… I just can't look away from his face.
Yes, one-sided love comes with a lot of pain.
But there's also a strange kind of peace—
The peace of being able to look at the one you love as much as you want,
To love them freely…
Because there's no fear of losing them—
After all, they don't even know that you love them.
Alex… meeting you was the best part of my life.
He was looking at something on his phone.
Then he glanced at me.
I quickly turned to look outside.
The storm outside was getting worse.
And now… the lightning started.
This part always scares me.
Thunder cracked loudly across the sky.
I was starting to feel afraid.
I clutched my bag tightly and closed my eyes.
"Allah, please calm this storm down. Please, please."
A few moments later…
I felt someone place a hand on top of mine. 🥹
I gripped it tightly.
"I'm here," Alex said gently. ✨
I slowly opened my eyes.
Alex: "I'm here."✨
This person was a completely different person this morning, and now they are someone else entirely.
He turned on the music. The song was:
🎶 Wonderful Tonight 🎶
> It's late in the evening
She's wondering what clothes to wear
She puts on her makeup
And brushes her long blonde hair
And then she asks me
"Do I look alright?"
And I say, "Yes, you look wonderful tonight."
> We go to a party
And everyone turns to see
This beautiful lady
That's walking around with me
And then she asks me
"Do you feel alright?"
And I say, "Yes, I feel wonderful tonight."
Right now, I'm starting to feel a little better.
Alex slowly let go of my hand.
Alex: "How do you manage to do such messy, careless things?"
Me: "I don't do it on purpose. It just… happens."
He gave a slight smile after hearing that.
Suddenly, I noticed Alex's hand — it was badly scraped. And there was no band-aid on it. It was still bleeding.
I had a band-aid in my bag. I took it out and tried to apply it on his hand.
Alex: "I don't need it."
I tried again.
Alex: "Didn't I say I don't need it?"
I still insisted.
He snapped, "How many times do I have to repeat myself?!"
But I forcefully applied it anyway.
Then I saw him looking at me.
Don't look at me with those eyes. I swear, I'll die.
The storm had eased a little now.
To feel the rain, I put my hand out in the drizzle.
Alex: "Pull your hand back in."
Me: "Why?"
Alex: "Or you'll get sick again, like yesterday."
He's really being caring — wow.
It's a bit hard for me to process.
Me: "Nothing's going to happen."
Alex: "Feels like you don't even care about your job anymore."
Me: "You think I fall sick on purpose? The way you're talking… sounds like that's what you believe."
I still had my hand out in the rain.
Alex: "Enough now," he said, grabbed my other hand, and pulled me so close that my face ended up right in front of his.
Just a little more and… we would've kissed.
I couldn't breathe.
He was looking into my eyes, and I into his.
What is it about those eyes that makes me lose myself every time?
If only you could see yourself through my eyes, you'd fall in love with yourself too.
Tears fell from my eyes.
I've never even loved myself as much as I've ended up loving him.
I turned my face away, breathing heavily.
It's okay. Nothing happened. Everything's fine. Don't cry.
I somehow tried to pull myself together.
Suddenly — croak croak 🐸🐸
At first, I thought it was frogs calling because of the rain.
Then I realized — that's my phone ringtone.
It was my third-floor aunty calling.
I didn't feel like talking, so I cut the call.
Alex started the car.
Aunty kept calling again and again.
I wondered what could be so serious that she's calling this many times.
Then I saw my cousin calling too.
Ugh. What's going on?
I finally picked up — the noise was so loud, I couldn't hear anything.
I kept saying "Hello? Hello?" but couldn't hear a thing. The call got disconnected.
I tried calling back — no one picked up.
I thought: I'm not going home right now.
I just want to enjoy this moment.
I looked at Alex while he silently drove.
We reached home in complete silence.
But once we got there, I saw smoke everywhere.
A huge crowd had gathered.
I got out of the car — it was the building I live in.
There was a fire.
The third floor was on fire — and it had already spread to the fourth.
My diary was in my room — that diary held everything about me.
I screamed, "Diary!" and ran toward the building.
Alex yelled from behind, "Don't go!"
But no matter what, I had to save that diary.
It had everything about Amma, Abbu, Alex — everything.
I somehow reached my floor and opened the door.
Much of the room was already burnt.
I started frantically searching for my diary.
I was so stressed, I couldn't even remember where I had kept it.
I searched through the smoke and flames.
There was so much smoke, I couldn't breathe properly, my head started spinning —
But still, I kept searching.
Finally, after a long search, I found it.
It was a bit burnt, but the writing was still safe.
My head was spinning so badly, I collapsed to the floor.
Both of my hands had gotten badly burned while searching.
Still, I clutched the diary tightly to my chest and cried.
Finally… I had it.
But my body was shutting down.
I didn't have the strength to move anymore.
The fire and smoke kept increasing.
Then — someone entered through the door.
It was Alex.
He came straight to me.
I couldn't keep my eyes open anymore.
I was losing consciousness.
I couldn't breathe.
Alex said, "Don't close your eyes, Jiya. Don't close your eyes."
He said this while lifting me bridal style into his arms.
I was still holding that diary tightly.
Only one bag survived — the rest had burned.
I somehow told Alex to take it — and he did.
Somehow, he carried me all the way down the building.
By the time we were out, I had passed out.
I don't remember what happened for a while.
Then, slowly, I regained consciousness.
Alex was splashing water on my face.
Alex: "Jiya, open your eyes, open your eyes. Please. I'm here. Open your eyes."
He helped me sit up in the car.
Supported my head carefully.
Alex: "Are you crazy? Were you really going to die for a diary?"
I looked at him… and thought silently to myself:
You'll never be mine. That's why this diary is everything to me.
Because this diary is the only witness to how I've loved you for ten years.
Tears started falling from my eyes again.
I slowly began crying harder.
I tried to wipe my tears — but it hurt.
I had forgotten that both my hands were badly burned.
Alex gently wiped my tears and said,
"I'm here."
And then… I don't know why… but after looking into his eyes again —
I fainted once more.
In my dreams, I kept seeing the same memories —
Me and Alex… together.
And one voice echoing in my ears…
"I'm here."