Love Story from Shanti.He pulled me into the rain with no umbrella, laughing like a man who didn’t fear storms. I followed, soaked, breathless, alive. We kissed under crashing skies, and I tasted water, danger, and devotion all at once. We ran through empty streets as thunder applauded us. When the storm calmed, he held my face and said, “You deserve someone who never lets you stand alone in the weather.” Then he kissed my forehead and walked away — not because he didn’t want me, but because he knew he couldn’t be that someone. Some lessons arrive wearing the face of love.