Their conversation drifted from favorite movies to childhood memories of monsoon evenings, from the taste of mangoes in summer to the ache of missed opportunities. The rain stopped, leaving the city glistening, as if reflecting the newfound connection between them.
Arjun looks at her, his eyes reflecting the streetlights. “What’s next?” he asks.
Instead of exchanging insurance details, they found themselves under the awning of a nearby tea stall, sipping steaming cups of chai. The rain hammered the tin roof, creating a rhythm that softened the mood.