Whispers of the Rain

 

                                                       

Title: “Whispers of the Rain”

Raktim and Ratna were not just lovers — they were two souls that the universe had carefully stitched together with threads of passion, patience, and poetry.

Every evening, they met at the edge of the old bridge in their town, a spot that overlooked a silent river and echoed with the whispers of their laughter. The world might have thought it was just water flowing beneath, but for them, it was love — flowing endlessly, gently, powerfully.

One rainy evening, Ratna arrived late, drenched and breathless. Raktim, worried, rushed forward — only for her to place a finger on his lips and whisper, “I wanted to know how it feels when the rain misses you as much as I do.”

He wrapped his jacket around her, but his arms held her warmer than any cloth ever could. Under the soft drizzle, with streetlights glimmering like golden fireflies, they kissed. Not the rushed kind — but the kind that spoke of forever.

Their love wasn’t loud. It didn’t need to be. It lived in quiet glances, shared coffee cups, scribbled notes in books, and long walks with no destination.

And that rainy night, as Raktim whispered poetry into Ratna’s hair, they knew — theirs was a love that didn’t need a witness: just the sky, the rain, and each other.