The rainbow stretched across the sky as the last raindrops disappeared.
Maya looked at Arjun, afraid that if she blinked, he would vanish again.
"You're really here?" she asked softly.
Arjun smiled.
"I think... I am."
He looked at his own hands in surprise.
"They're no longer fading."
Maya let out a small laugh through her tears.
"Then don't leave me again."
"I won't," Arjun replied.
Days passed.
For the first time in years, they walked through Kolkata together—not as memories, not as strangers, but as two people who had found each other again.
They visited the old café where Maya used to write.
They watched the sunset by the river.
They laughed over small things, as if trying to make up for the years they had lost.
One evening, as rain clouds gathered again, Maya asked the question that had been in her heart.
"Why did you come back?"
Arjun looked at the darkening sky.
"I don't think love ever disappeared," he said.
"Maybe it was waiting."
"Waiting for what?"
"For you to remember."
Maya smiled.
She reached for his hand.
This time, she held it without fear.
The first raindrop landed on her palm.
Arjun smiled.
"The rain found us again."
Maya looked up at the sky and laughed.
"No," she said.
"We found each other."
And hand in hand, they walked into the rain—
Not as a beginning.
Not as an ending.
But as a story that would live on forever.