Love Story from Shanti.We lay beneath a blanket of city lights, his arm beneath my head, my leg tangled over his. He kissed me like sunrise — slow, warm, patient. For the first time, I wondered if I could stay. When he asked me to, I hesitated. Not because I didn’t want him, but because I didn’t trust forever. Sometimes love is real, and fear is stronger. He deserved certainty. I wasn’t ready to give it.