They met on a rainy evening at a small bus stop. Aarav offered his umbrella to Meera, and that small kindness became the beginning of a beautiful love. They talked for hours, shared dreams, and slowly fell in love. For the first time, life felt complete to both of them.
Every evening, they met near the river, watching the sunset and promising forever. Aarav dreamed of building a future with Meera, while Meera believed love was enough to fight any problem. Their smiles hid how fragile time could be.
One day, Meera received news that her family was moving far away. She had no choice. On their last meeting, the river flowed quietly, as if it understood their pain. Aarav held her hands, trying to memorize her warmth. Meera smiled through tears and said, "Some loves are not meant to stay, but they are meant to be remembered."
They parted without anger, only silence and broken hearts. Years passed. Aarav still walked by the river sometimes, thinking of her. Meera, in another city, still kept the dried flower Aarav once gave her.
Their love did not end—it simply lived on as a beautiful sadness in their hearts.
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