The sound of the monsoon beating on the windowpanes echoed the flutter of anxiety in Anjali's breast. She had a music in her heart that she wanted to share with Rahul, her childhood buddy, today. Together, they had spent their childhoods chasing butterflies in the mango orchard, exchanging secrets beneath the stars, and whispering dreams into the monsoon breeze. The words had become silent desire, the glances that were stolen seemed to last longer, and every time Rahul's fingers touched hers, she felt butterflies in her stomach. Rahul was beneath their favorite banyan tree, its branches decked with shimmering showers, when Anjali discovered him as the rain stopped and the world turned a vivid green. With hesitation, she acknowledged, her words cascading forth like a torrent of monsoon.

Rahul listened carefully, his lips moving in a smile that matched the storm-washed sky. The sound of her laughter was his favorite soundtrack for ever, he admitted, his voice a low rumble like distant thunder. A spark that was hotter than the sun that was peeking through the clouds ignited when their hands came together. They had a passionate and erratic love affair that developed like the rain itself. As the first rain fell, they danced and laughed, filling the streets with sound. Soaked in the raindrops speaking their secrets, they shared stolen kisses beneath the banyan's shade. With each touch and look, barriers were lifted and intimacy increased like a monsoon downpour. Their love, however, was not immune to storms, just like the monsoon. Social norms, whispers, and uncertainties. 

However, their love was not immune to storms, just like the monsoon. Their spirits were in danger of being crushed by social expectations, disapproving whispers, and doubts. And yet they clung to one another, their love for one another as strong as the banyan tree that had grown to know them. With their hearts pounding in time with the rain, they battled side by side for their love. And when the sun eventually broke through, it was a monument to their unwavering love—a love that had withstood the storm and come out stronger—like the vivid green scenery that the monsoon had cleaned clean. They would always carry their love story with them, like the sound of the monsoon, as a constant reminder of the bravery required to love, the love💜. 

The monsoon is very beautiful✨ climate. People likes more this climate all are happy in this ❤.