The Letter in the Rain

It was a quiet, rainy evening in a small town. The roads were wet and shiny. The air smelled like rain and soil. Most people had gone home. But one boy stood near the post office, holding a small letter in his hand. His name was Ayan, and he was 20 years old.

Ayan had never been in love before. He was a quiet boy. He liked to read books, listen to soft music, and write in his notebook. He didn’t have many friends, and he didn’t go to parties. His world was small — but peaceful.

Everything changed the day he met Sara.

The First Meeting

It was a Saturday afternoon. Ayan was at the town library, looking for a book of poetry. He reached for a book, and at the same moment, another hand touched it. He looked up — and there she was.

Sara.

She smiled and laughed. “You too?” she asked.

Ayan smiled shyly and nodded.

They sat down at the same table, sharing the book. They talked a little. Then a little more. By the end of the day, they had talked about books, favorite songs, dreams, and silly things.

That moment turned into a friendship. They started meeting at the library every Saturday. They always sat at the same table. Sometimes they read quietly. Sometimes they laughed loudly.

Ayan started waiting for Saturdays more than anything else in the week.

But he never told Sara how he felt.

The Letter

Weeks passed. Ayan’s feelings grew stronger. But his fear grew too. What if she didn’t feel the same? What if she stopped coming?

So he wrote a letter.

It was short, honest, and written with a heart full of love.

“Dear Sara,

I don’t know how to say this to your face, so I’m writing it down.

I think I’ve loved you since the day our hands touched that book.

You make my world better — brighter.

If you feel the same, meet me under the big tree near the lake tomorrow at 6 PM.

If not, I’ll never bring this up again.

With all my heart, Ayan.”

He folded the letter, took a deep breath, and walked to the library.

Sara was there, sitting in her usual seat.

Ayan walked up to her and quietly gave her the letter. She looked surprised but didn’t ask questions.

“I’ll read it tonight,” she said softly.

Ayan nodded and walked away, his heart pounding.

The Waiting

The next evening, Ayan went to the lake. There was a large tree near the water. They had walked past it many times before. It was quiet there. Peaceful.

He looked at his watch. 5:58 PM.

The sky was grey again, like the day before. The wind was cool, and the leaves moved gently.

At 6:00 PM, he looked around.

No one.

6:05. Still no one.

Ayan felt his heart sink. Maybe she didn’t come. Maybe she didn’t feel the same.

He took one last look around and turned to leave.

Then he heard his name.

“Ayan.”

He turned quickly.

Sara was standing there, holding the letter against her chest. Her eyes were full of emotion.

She walked toward him and said, “I read your letter.”

“I’m sorry if—” Ayan began.

But she cut him off.

“I cried after reading it.”

Ayan’s face turned pale. “I understand if—”

She smiled. “No, I cried because I’ve been waiting for you to say this. I didn’t know if you felt the same. I was scared too.”

Then she took his hand and held it tightly.

The world around them faded. The grey sky didn’t matter. The cold wind didn’t matter.

All that mattered was that she was there — and she felt the same.

Days Turn Into Years

After that day, everything changed — and yet, everything stayed the same.

They still went to the library. Still read poems. Still shared quiet smiles.

But now, Ayan walked her home.

Now, Sara wrote little notes to him and hid them in books.

Their love was simple, like rain on the roof, or a warm cup of tea.

They didn’t need big words or big plans. They had each other.

Years passed. Ayan finished college. Sara became a teacher.

One day, under the same tree by the lake, Ayan gave her another letter.

Only this time, the letter said:

“Will you marry me?”

She laughed and cried at the same time — and said yes.

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