Maya never believed in fate. She believed in timing, logic, and the idea that people come and go without any deeper meaning. Love, to her, was just another word people used when they couldn't explain attachment.
That was before she met Arjun.
It happened in a small coastal town where she had gone for a two-week vacation alone. The sea there was restless, always crashing against the rocks as if it carried secrets it refused to share.
On her third evening, she entered a quiet seaside café. The smell of coffee and salt filled the air. She chose a corner seat, opened her notebook, and tried to write—but words didn't come.
That's when he appeared.
"Do you mind if I sit here? The rest of the place is full," he asked politely.