The rain fell softly around them.
Maya stood still, her heart heavy with emotions she couldn't fully understand.
She didn't remember Arjun…
But she felt him.
"I'm sorry," Maya whispered.
"I don't remember anything… but it still hurts."
Arjun gave a small, gentle smile.
"You don't have to force yourself," he said.
"Some things come back slowly."
Maya looked at him.
"Will they?" she asked.
Arjun didn't answer directly.
Instead, he stepped closer and pointed at her notebook.
"Your story remembered me," he said.
"Maybe your heart will too."
Maya held the notebook tighter.
For the first time, she opened it again—not to show someone, but to search for herself.
Pages filled with rain.
Pages filled with emotions.
And then…
She stopped.
There was a page she didn't remember writing.
A small sketch.
Two people standing in the rain.
A girl under a bus stop.
A boy smiling at the sky.
Maya's breath caught.
"I… I drew this?" she whispered.
Arjun looked at the page and nodded slowly.
"You used to draw us," he said.
Maya felt something shift inside her.
Not a clear memory…
But a feeling.
Warm.
Familiar.
Safe.
She looked up at Arjun.
"Can we… start again?" she asked softly.
Arjun's eyes softened.
"From the beginning?" he asked.
Maya nodded.
"Yes. Like strangers."
Arjun smiled.
"Then let me introduce myself again," he said.
He stepped forward and held out his hand.
"I'm Arjun. I love the rain."
Maya looked at his hand for a moment.
Then she smiled through her tears and placed her hand in his.
"I'm Maya," she said.
"And… I think I love the rain too."
The rain grew a little stronger.
As if the sky itself was celebrating.
And this time…
It wasn't just fate.
It was a second chance.