Aarav always found solace in the quiet bench by the lake. It was his escape from the world, a place where he could be alone with his thoughts. One evening, as the sun painted the sky in hues of orange and pink, he noticed a girl sitting at the other end of the bench. She was sketching in a notebook, her brows furrowed in concentration. Curious, he leaned slightly and asked, “What are you drawing?” She looked up, startled, then smiled. “The sunset. But I can never seem to get it right.” Aarav chuckled. “Maybe because some things aren’t meant to be captured, just felt.” From that day on, they met at the bench every evening. She introduced herself as Meera
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