The rain fell in heavy sheets, drumming against the windows like an insistent heartbeat. The streets were empty, save for the occasional car splashing through puddles, and the world seemed to shrink to the space between them.
Arwa's hair clung to her face, damp and rebellious, but she didn't care. She was running, heart hammering, breath catching—not from the rain, but from the fear of losing him. And yet, somewhere deep inside, she knew she wouldn't be able to.
"Faraz!" she called, her voice breaking over the sound of the storm.
He appeared almost instantly, emerging from the shadows, drenched, hair plastered to his forehead, eyes burning with a mix of relief and something unspoken. "Arwa…" he whispered, taking her hand, holding it as though letting go could shatter them both.They didn't speak again immediately. Words felt trivial here, against the torrent of emotions crashing between them. He pulled her closer, sheltering her under his coat, but it wasn't enough—they were both soaked, hearts exposed, trembling in a storm that mirrored everything they had endured.
Everything had gone wrong. Misunderstandings, distances, family pressures—everything that had tried to keep them apart—but in this moment, it didn't matter. Because the thread that had tied them together since childhood had survived it all. It had pulled them here, to this exact place, to find each other again.
Arwa looked up at him, eyes glistening, and laughed softly despite the tears. "You always find a way, don't you?"
Faraz smiled faintly, brushing wet hair from her face. "Always. You know me. I'll never let go. Not now, not ever."
And in that storm, with the world swirling around them, they finally understood: love didn't always make sense, and it didn't always arrive perfectly. But it endured. It found its way back, no matter how far life tried to pull them apart.
They stood there, drenched and shivering, yet somehow whole. Two hearts, once tossed by every possible tide, finally anchored to each other.
But as the rain poured and the wind whispered through the streets, a question lingered between them: would they truly be able to stay together, or would fate once again tear them apart? Could love really conquer all, or was this just another storm to survive?