The Letter Under the Rain Every evening, Aarav sat at the same little café near the river, pretending to read a book while secretly waiting for her. Her name was Meera. She always walked past the café at exactly 6:15, carrying a blue umbrella and a small bag filled with books. They had never spoken. Yet somehow, Aarav had begun to know the rhythm of her footsteps. One evening, the sky suddenly opened, and heavy rain poured down. Meera stopped beneath a tree, looking helplessly at her broken umbrella. Aarav finally found his courage.