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**Story Title: "Unusual Attraction"**

Story Title: "Unusual Attraction

By Nahida akter saraPublished 2 years ago • 1 min read
**Story Title: "Unusual Attraction"**
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**Part 1**

It was a stormy evening, the sort where the downpour appears to move on the windows, causing all that to feel still and quiet. MITHILA sat by the window, tasting from her espresso mug, looking external in a daze. The green leaves of the trees, washed clean by the downpour, looked much fresher. Maybe nature was attempting to organize itself in today own ideal manner. MITHILA's eyes, in any case, were obfuscated with a cloudy memory, one that appeared to obscure at the edges.

A long time back, on a day very much like this, she had met a new kid — his name was ADITYA. It had been on a train. Everybody around her appeared to be in a rush or restless due to the downpour, yet ADITYA was the inverse — totally completely relaxed. He had sat alongside her, and oddly enough, their eyes had met. The profundity in his look had struck something inside her — a sort of unpretentious effect she couldn't exactly put.

Then, an unexpected jerk of the train had nearly made MITHILA lose her equilibrium. It was at that definite second that ADITYA had connected and gotten her immovably. She had gazed upward, surprised, and said,

"Much obliged to you, however for what reason did you snatch me appreciate that out of nowhere?"

ADITYA had grinned and answered, "Assuming you had fallen, you could have been harmed. Kindly excuse me."

His grin felt like enchantment. MITHILA had gazed at him, unfit to tear her look away. After that train venture, they hadn't traded another word. In any case, something in MITHILA's heart had murmured that their story was nowhere near finished.

Today, as she stayed there, pondering that day, MITHILA acknowledged something — maybe a few associations are unique. Maybe they resemble this downpour, washing away the aggregated feelings in her heart each time it falls.

However, the story doesn't end here. Will this downpour soaked story start once more? Or on the other hand was it one minute of sorcery that will stay away forever?

(To be proceeded… )

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