Love Story from Shanti.He found me at a midnight café, where the windows glowed like secrets and jazz curled through the air like smoke. I pretended to read, but really I was studying his quiet confidence, the way his fingers tapped gently on porcelain. He asked if he could sit, and I said yes before my mind caught up with my mouth. We talked about cities we lost and people we never should’ve loved. His voice made me confess more than wine ever could. When his hand brushed mine, I didn’t flinch — I leaned in. He kissed me slowly, as if time had agreed to pause. I wanted that night to stretch into forever, but dawn is merciless. When the sun arrived, he whispered, “If I stay, you’ll never forget me.” I looked into his eyes and answered, “Then don’t stay.” Some love isn’t meant to live in daylight.