The Monsoon Memory
"When heavy rains flood London, Samira is stranded with her handsome neighbor Asad. The storm outside is nothing compared to what awakens inside."
The Monsoon Memory
"The roads are flooded. You're stuck here."
Samira stared at her neighbor—the one she'd exchanged nods with for two years but never really known.
"For how long?"
"Forecasts say all night." Asad smiled. "I have chai and pakoras. We'll survive."
Survival became conversation. Conversation became connection.
"Why haven't we talked before?" Samira asked.
"Wrong timing. Wrong courage." He shrugged. "The universe is fixing that."
"With a flood?"
"With whatever it takes." His eyes held hers. "I've wanted to know you, Samira. For two years."
The power went out. Candles came out. Walls came down.
"This is crazy," she whispered as he kissed her.
"This is fate with bad weather timing." He pulled her close. "Let's make the most of it."
He made love to her as rain pounded the windows—their own storm, perfectly timed.
"Meri jaan," Asad breathed. "Worth every flood."
The waters receded. Their relationship didn't.
The wedding was on a rainy day—they requested it.
Best storm either of them ever weathered.