Everyone is a poet when the first drop of rain hits the pavement.
Instagram stories go up instantly — slow-motion raindrops racing down a windowpane, a steaming cup of masala chai, captions like “Pluviophile"
But here’s the truth — people only love the rain until it touches them.
Once the aesthetic is captured, the romance fades. No one talks about the clogged drains, the ruined shoes, or the chaos left behind. They love the idea of rain… not its reality.
And maybe, people are the same.
Megha has lived her whole life being admired from a distance — “You look Chinese,” “So exotic,” “North-Eastern beauty.”
But the moment she steps outside, admiration turns into stares, whispers, and words that make her feel like a stranger in her own country.
Just like the rain, society loves her as an idea — but not her existence.
Tired of never belonging, Megha only wants one thing — freedom.
To live like the rain… wild, fearless, and uncontained.
Ironically, fate takes her to the one place she never wanted to go — China.
A place where she meets Chen Yuze — a quiet, distant boy who feels like the calm before a storm… and the kind of rain she never understood.
Between late nights, soft music, and a small bakery that slowly becomes their world, something begins to change.
But not all storms end in rainbows.
Sometimes, they leave people broken…
And sometimes—
they bring them back.

Some parts are inspired by real emotions I couldn't express out loud.


If you've ever felt like you don't belong anywhere…


For everyone still searching for a place to call home.🌸


Chapter 1 - Author's Note