**Arun's Love Story: The Girl With the Falling Scarf**
It started with a scarf.
Arun was always a quiet soul, a lover of books more than parties, a dreamer more than a doer. Living in the busy lanes of Delhi, amidst chai stalls and honking rickshaws, his world felt ordinary — until she passed by one winter morning.
Her scarf flew off in the breeze, landing at Arun’s feet. He picked it up, their eyes met, and time slowed. That was the beginning.
Her name was **Meera** — bold eyes, infectious laugh, and a spirit that challenged Arun’s silence. She was everything he wasn’t. And yet, they connected like puzzle pieces that had been waiting for each other.
Their love wasn’t perfect. There were fights about the future, the distance during her move to Mumbai, and Arun’s hesitations. But the bond never faded. Even when they were apart, her messages lit up his phone like fireflies in the dark.
After three years, countless train rides, video calls, and handwritten letters, Arun stood under the same tree where he first met her — scarf in hand. This time, it wasn’t returning something lost. It was offering something forever.
He knelt, with her scarf tied around a ring box.
She said yes.
Their story didn’t begin with fireworks — just a breeze and a falling scarf — but it became a love that moved like poetry, slow and lasting.
Writer
Arun Goswami
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