Baarish woh thi jo bheegaa gayi sab kuch...
Magar kuch jazbaat phir bhi sookhe reh gaye.
Unhi ko chhoone, yeh kahaani chal padi hai.

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Hey there!
Before we step into this story, let me ask you something have you ever smelled the rain and suddenly remembered someone? Not a memory, but a feeling?

That's what Monsoon Mornings is about. The feelings we store in half-finished conversations, old apartments, chai cups, and silence. As the chapters unfold, you'll meet Tara and Aarav two people who once knew how to love each other, but forgot how to stay.

Ready? Let's walk into the story.

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There are some stories that don't begin with "once upon a time."  They begin when the sky turns grey. When the roof leaks. When the city forgets how to move. This one begins with a flood. Not just the kind that fills streets and drowns auto rickshaws. The kind that fills your chest without warning. The kind that creeps up in silence and leaves behind too much, too many soaked letters, too many unspoken things.

Mumbai knows how to cry. It does it every year. With drama, with chaos, with heartbreak. And yet, when it rains like this relentlessly, madly -people pause. They call ex-lovers, reopen old chats, stand by windows pretending not to remember. This city doesn't just flood. It makes you remember the parts of yourself you thought had dried up. And somewhere in one of its stubborn old chawls, wrapped in cover sheets and the smell of moistened dust, two ex-lovers are about to end up in the same room again. Not because they want to. But because the rain gave them no choice.

Two years of silence.
One apartment.
Three mornings.

That's all it takes. Sometimes, the monsoon gives back what life took away. But that's getting ahead of the story. For now, just know this — Aarav didn’t expect to see Tara again, and Tara never thought she’d be standing outside that door, shivering in the rain, key in hand, heart louder than the thunder.

And inside?
A silence so thick, even the monsoon couldn't wash it away.

Not yet.

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Let me know what the rain reminds you of. 

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