Love Story from Shanti.He found me on a quiet balcony above the sleepless city, where the wind tasted like rain and unfinished confessions. I don’t know what pulled me toward him first — the voice, the eyes, or the silence between us. We talked as if we had met a lifetime ago and were simply returning to a paused moment. When he touched my wrist, my breath trembled, betraying everything I tried to hide. His kiss wasn’t rushed — it was slow, claiming, the kind that makes you forget who you were five minutes before. I wanted to stay, but dawn has a cruel way of exposing truth. When morning light reached our faces, he whispered, “If I see you again, I won’t let you go.” I walked away before he could change my mind. Some love stories are not broken — they are unfinished on purpose.