When Ayaan Met Zoya

Ayaan had always been the quiet one.

Books were his best friends, and silence was his comfort. While others chased love like a firework show, he believed true love was like a slow-burning candle—soft, steady, and rare.

And then, there was Zoya.

Loud. Bright. Full of chaos and laughter. She entered his life like a sudden rain on a dry day—unexpected and beautiful.

They met at a coffee shop where she spilled her drink on his book. She apologized a hundred times, and he smiled, saying,

"It’s okay. Maybe that page needed a little color."

She laughed. He blushed. And just like that, the first page of their story was written.

Days turned into weeks. They talked about life, stars, fears, and dreams.

Zoya loved the moon.

Ayaan loved her voice when she talked about it.

But true love is never without tests.

Zoya had to move abroad for her studies.

Ayaan, for once, didn’t hide his feelings."I’ll wait," he said.

She teared up, touched his hand, and replied, "Then I’ll return."And she did.

After three long years, she came back—not just with a degree, but with the same smile that haunted his dreams.

He was waiting, at the same coffee shop, with the same book.

This time, she didn’t spill the coffee.

She knelt beside him and whispered,

"Ready to start a new chapter?"

He smiled, closed the book, and said,

With you, always.