The city lights shimmered in the distance as Ayaan parked his bike on the quiet bridge. It was past midnight, and the world felt asleep—except for his heart, which raced as he saw her waiting. Zoya, wrapped in her oversized hoodie, stood leaning against the railing, lost in thought.
“You always love the rain, don’t you?” Ayaan said, walking up to her.
Zoya turned, smiling. “It makes everything feel... alive.”
A drizzle had started, soft and warm. Ayaan watched as Zoya closed her eyes, letting the raindrops kiss her skin. She looked ethereal, as if she belonged to the night itself.
A sudden gust of wind made her shiver, and instinctively, Ayaan took off his jacket and draped it over her shoulders. “You’ll catch a cold,” he murmured.
Zoya chuckled. “And you’ll always be the one to save me from it.”
Their fingers brushed. The silence between them was filled with unsaid words, a language only they understood.
Ayaan finally spoke. “If I could, I’d stop time right now.”
Zoya looked into his eyes. “Who says we need time? This moment is forever.”
The rain poured harder, soaking them completely. But in that midnight serenade, beneath a sky filled with secrets, nothing else mattered.
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