The Monsoon That Changed Us A Story of Loving in Silence Tanya was the girl who could talk for hours about the most random things. She was always at the center of every joke, every conversation, every plan. But around him—around Bhavesh—she was different. She went quiet. She didn’t know why. Maybe it was the way he carried himself, always so distant, so unreadable, never giving her anything to hold onto. Maybe it was the way he never reacted to her usual teasing, never seemed to care whether she was near or far. Or maybe it was because, deep down, she already knew the truth—that she liked him more than she should. So, she did what she did best. She laughed it off. "Bhavesh? Ugh, he’s so annoying." "Why would I waste my time on someone who never even talks?" "No, I don’t like him. Shut up." And yet, every time he walked into the room, her heart betrayed her. Every time their eyes met, she looked away too quickly. Every time he spoke, she listened a little too closely. Every time someone mentioned his name, her stomach twisted in ways she couldn’t explain. But none of it mattered. Because Bhavesh—the quiet boy she couldn’t stop thinking about—was in love with someone else. And no matter how many times she told herself he was annoying, no matter how much she pretended not to care, the truth remained the same: The rain would never fall for the sun, and Bhavesh would never love her back.