It was a quiet afternoon when Aarya first noticed Rihan.
A crowded café, soft music playing, people busy with their own worlds… and there he was, sitting alone by the window, staring at the sky like he was waiting for something—or someone.
Their eyes met for a second.
Just a second.
But somehow, it felt longer… deeper… like a story had already begun without words.
Days passed. Weeks passed.
And life, as if it had its own plan, kept bringing them back to the same place, same time.
Same café.
Same window.
Until one day…
"Do you always sit there?" Rihan asked with a soft smile.
Aarya laughed, "Only when someone interesting sits here."
And just like that… it started.