A sudden voice cut through the hum of the rain and the faint chatter of the café.

“Hiten?”

He looked up sharply, eyes narrowing as he tried to place the face that had called his name. A boy, drenched slightly from the drizzle, stood at the entrance, hands stuffed in his jacket pockets. Recognition struck slowly.

“Dev?” Hiten’s voice was soft and incredulous.

“Yeah… Dev. From school,” the boy said, stepping closer. His eyes were wide, curious, almost nervous, yet shining with excitement. “I… I’ve been looking for you.”

Hiten closed his notebook slowly, a small smile tugging at his lips. “It’s been years,” he murmured. “I didn’t expect…” He gestured vaguely at the rainy streets, the quiet café. “This.”

Dev laughed nervously, brushing raindrops off his hair. “I didn’t either. But… your story, Hiten. It’s been on my mind. Every chapter. I couldn’t believe it was just fiction.”

Hiten leaned back, watching the rain. “It wasn’t exactly fiction… and it wasn’t exactly real. It was something in between. A dream that wouldn’t let go of me.”

Dev’s gaze softened. “The Rainy Love Story… Aarya… she existed in your dreams?”

“She did,” Hiten said quietly. “Every night, I saw her. Every laugh, every glance… I wrote it down because I couldn’t hold it inside. At first, it was just a story I shared with friends… but then I published it. And it grew.”

Dev nodded, leaning closer across the table, his voice almost a whisper. “And you think… maybe she’s real? Somewhere out there?”

Hiten chuckled softly, the sound tinged with disbelief. “I don’t know. But I remember every feeling as if it were real. Even the rain… it feels like she’s still out there in it.”

The two of them fell silent, listening to the rain tapping against the windows. Outside, the city moved slowly beneath the gray sky, wet streets reflecting shimmering puddles like scattered pieces of a dream.

Finally, Dev said, a small smile forming, “Maybe she’s dreaming of you too.”

Hiten’s chest tightened at the words. He looked at his friend, at the sincerity in his eyes, and for the first time in days, a spark of hope flickered.

“Maybe,” Hiten whispered, his fingers brushing the pen at the edge of the notebook. He stared at the droplets racing each other down the glass. “Maybe… it’s time to find out.”

Outside, the rain softened, sunlight breaking through the clouds in faint, golden streaks. Hiten’s eyes followed the light, and for the first time in a long while, he felt the pull of something waiting — something real.