Karthik,

𝐘𝐞𝐬, 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞. 𝐀𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧.

And this time, uncontrollably. Because he is such a person who can ruin an umbrella and still make it look like destiny.

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It was raining terribly that day. A furious, city-drowning rain, and I was on my way back from office. That terrible rain blurs headlights and turns pavements into rivers. That, for sure, makes you curse the sky at least once.

I walked quickly, clutching my old blue umbrella. It was trembling in my grip, and I was shivering with every cold gust of wind. The streets were nearly empty; only a few people.

I remember lowering my head, eyes half-shut due to the stormy rain. And out of nowhere, a jolt hit. Suddenly. Oh god! Another umbrella, striking mine from the side. It's literally crashing in.

And locked instantly, their ribs snagging like claws. I froze, startled and very disgusted at the same time. My hands tugged at the handle, but the more I pulled, the deeper the two umbrellas got tangled. And in that struggle, I lifted my offended eyes. Straight into his.

Now, I pulled, he pulled. I twisted, he twisted. It was useless, because the storm was stronger than us. Within seconds, we were standing absurdly close, trapped under one dripping shade. And, could you believe, he started…