Days blurred together for Aira. Her routine felt unchanged, but there was something about her world now—a quiet hum in the background that hadn't been there before. A ripple of excitement, of possibility, seemed to color everything she did.
She had never believed in fate before. Or maybe she had, but she had never thought it would work this way—through a photograph, a stranger's face, and a dream.
Her heart tugged when she thought of Ravi. Her hand reached for her phone more often now, almost as if it expected another message from him. Each conversation felt like a step closer, but it was never enough. They shared thoughts, dreams, the feeling of a life never fully lived, yet always felt.
But the pull was growing, and Aira couldn't ignore it any longer. She had to know. She had to meet him.
Ravi, on the other side of the world, was struggling with the same restlessness. He couldn't focus, couldn't think straight. The moments they shared through messages, each word, felt like pieces of something larger, something that stretched beyond the boundaries of their own lives.
He had never considered the idea of meeting someone this way, with no shared history, no in-person connection. But this… this felt different.
When Aira had confessed, "I know you. I feel like I do, somehow," he had known it wasn't just some fleeting moment. It wasn't just coincidence. It was something real.
"I think I know you too," he had replied, but now, his fingers hovered over his phone, unsure how to move forward. The questions swirled. What would it be like to finally meet? Would she feel the same in person? Would they recognize each other in the flesh the way they had in their dreams?
And then the idea hit him, almost too suddenly to dismiss.
He typed:
"What if we met? If you want to, of course. I think… I think we're supposed to."
He paused. His heart beat faster. He didn't know why, but he had a feeling she was waiting for the same thing.
When Aira read his message, her breath caught. The words were simple, but they were everything.
"What if we met?"
A part of her had always known this moment would come. The space between them had been closing slowly, bit by bit, like a secret that couldn't stay hidden any longer.
Her hands trembled as she typed back:
"Yes. Let's meet."
For the first time in months, she felt a quiet peace settle over her, like she had made a decision that had been waiting for her all along.
She didn't know where or when, but she knew that meeting him, in whatever form it took, was the next step.
And she was ready.