Maya believed love stories only belonged in movies. The dramatic reunions, the perfect words, the endless passion — she thought real life was far too ordinary for that. Then she met Aarav.
It wasn’t fireworks. It wasn’t sudden magic. It was quieter than that — like finding an old song you didn’t know you remembered, but somehow knew every word to.
They first crossed paths at a library. Maya was searching for a book on poetry; Aarav was asleep with headphones on, a half-finished coffee by his side. When he woke up, their eyes met — and for some reason, neither looked away. A small smile, a simple “hi,” and suddenly the air felt different.
From that day, they began meeting often. Sometimes by accident, sometimes by choice. They walked for hours, not to go anywhere, but just to keep talking. Their conversations were never grand. They spoke about favorite foods, fears they carried, the music they couldn’t stop listening to. Yet in those small talks, something deep was growing.
It wasn’t a love of roses and candlelight. It was a love of little gestures — Aarav carrying Maya’s bag without her asking, Maya remembering the way he liked his tea, the way they texted each other at midnight just to say “Are you okay?”
But love, in real life, isn’t just sweet. It tests you.
Aarav got a job offer in another city. It was everything he had worked for. Maya encouraged him, though her heart ached. They promised to stay connected, but distance is a heavy thing. Video calls replaced walks. Messages became shorter. And silence — silence grew like a third person between them.
One evening, after weeks of missed calls and half-hearted texts, Maya sat in her room crying. She wrote a long message saying maybe they should stop — maybe they weren’t strong enough. But before she could hit send, Aarav called. His voice cracked as he said, “I can lose this job, but I can’t lose you. You are my home, Maya. Without you, nothing feels like mine.”
That was the moment she realized: love isn’t about constant butterflies. It isn’t about perfection. It’s about choosing each other, again and again, even when it’s hard.
Months later, Aarav moved back, taking a less glamorous job but building a life near Maya. They weren’t rich. They weren’t perfect. But every evening, they cooked dinner together, laughed at small things, and held each other through bad days.
People asked them, “What’s the secret of your love?”
And they would always say, “It’s not a secret. We just never stopped choosing each other.”
Because real love doesn’t always look like a movie. Sometimes, it looks like two people holding hands while walking home, tired from work but grateful for each other’s presence.
And isn’t that the kind of love that lasts?
True wealth is not measured by what you own, but by the peace you carry in your heart!!
K
“समयः सर्वेषां गुरुः!!” – K
No effort ever goes in vain!!
K
