Arjun smiled, the corners of his mouth lifting. “Almost. I think I’m missing the right sign for the induced emf.” He tapped his pen against the paper, a nervous rhythm that matched the patter of rain on the roof.
When the final exams arrived, the monsoon finally broke, and the campus was drenched in a fresh, clean scent. Arjun and Meera sat side by side, their pens moving in sync, the rhythm of their hearts matching the steady beat of the rain. In that simple, rain‑kissed classroom, their love was as steady and enduring as the monsoon itself—always returning, always renewing.
“Did you finish the problem on electromagnetic induction?” Meera asked, her voice soft but confident.