13 Likes | 22 Views | Mar 18, 2025 Ruhi was a quiet, introverted girl who loved the comfort of her books and the peace of her own company. She lived in a small apartment in a busy city, far from the chaos that filled her everyday life. Every morning, she would walk to the nearby café for her daily dose of coffee, always noticing the same man sitting at the corner table. He had an air of mystery about him, his dark eyes buried in a book, a quiet smile always playing on his lips.
One cold winter morning, Ruhi stepped out of her apartment, wrapping a red scarf around her neck to keep warm. As she walked into the cafe, she noticed the man again, but this time, their eyes met. He smiled warmly, and for the first time, Ruhi felt a spark of connection.
Over the next few weeks, Ruhi and the man, whose name was sunny, began to exchange pleasantries. Their conversations started small, talking about books, the weather, and the occasional moment of silence shared over coffee. But soon, Ruhi found herself looking forward to her daily visits to the café, knowing that Sunny would be there. His presence was calming, and she began to feel like she had found someone who understood her.
One day, as Ruhi left the cafe, she forgot her red scarf on the table. Sunny quickly ran after her, calling out her name. When he caught up to her, he handed her the scarf and asked if they could meet again. Ruhi hesitated, but something about Sunny felt right. They agreed to meet for dinner that evening.
Over dinner, they shared their dreams, their fears, and their pasts. Sunny revealed that he was an artist, struggling to find inspiration, and Ruhi confessed that she had always been afraid to open up to anyone. As the night wore on, they discovered how much they had in common, and by the end of the evening, they realized they had both found something they had been searching for — each other.
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