Unkhown Love
ARomantic story
It started with a sudden downpour in the middle of the afternoon. The sky had been cloudy for hours, but nothing indicated what was coming. Sunlight peeked through the gaps in the clouds now and then, playing hide and seek—until the rain finally came.
Saeed was standing in front of the Teacher-Student Centre (TSC) at the University of Dhaka. He didn’t bring an umbrella. The morning sun had convinced him the day would remain bright. People around him rushed for shelter—some under trees, others with umbrellas.
That’s when he noticed a girl sitting alone on the steps of the TSC. She had an open umbrella in her hand, but she didn’t lift it. Raindrops gently soaked her shoulders, streaming down the ends of her hair and falling to the ground.
Saeed walked over.
— “Why aren’t you using your umbrella?”
The girl looked up, startled.
— “I like getting wet,” she said.
Saeed chuckled. “You’ll catch a cold. Then it’s doctors, medicine… a whole new story.”
She smiled.
— “If your name was Storyteller, that would suit you well.”
That was their first meeting, their first conversation.
Her name was Nahin. She was a third-year student of English literature. Saeed was in his final year in the Philosophy department. They had often seen each other around the campus, but never spoken.
But from that day forward, the conversations didn’t stop.
In the following weeks, they spent time sitting at TSC, drinking tea, talking about literature, films, and life. Saeed noticed how different Nahin was—deep, confident, and thoughtful in a way that wasn’t common.
— “Do you believe in love?” she asked one day.
Saeed paused. “Yes, I do. But I believe even more in unknown love.”
— “What’s that supposed to mean?”
— “The kind of love that creeps up on you before you even realize it. When someone you barely know finds a place in your heart without permission. You can’t explain it, but you feel it.”
Nahin didn’t respond. She just smiled—a smile that held a quiet truth.
Time passed.
Saeed slowly realized he had fallen in love with her. But he couldn't bring himself to say it. Nahin seemed to sense it too, but her behavior never changed.
One afternoon in the university cafeteria, Saeed finally gathered the courage.
— “There’s something I’ve been meaning to say for a long time.”
Nahin looked at him, holding her cup of tea.
— “Go ahead, I’m listening.”
— “I… I love you, Nahin.”
She went silent. For a moment, the noise around them faded in Saeed’s ears. She looked at him for a long moment and then said—
— “Saeed, I really, really like you. But love… I don’t know. I’m scared.”
— “Scared of what?”
— “Scared that everything might fall apart. That we’ll lose even the friendship we have. That maybe I’ll no longer recognize you.”
Saeed had no words. He simply looked down.
They drifted for a while after that. Still met, still talked, but something had changed. The lightness was gone.
Then one evening, Nahin called him.
— “Will you come to TSC today?”
Saeed was surprised.
— “Yes. I’ll be there.”
The sky was clear that day. Birds chirped in the trees, and the shadows danced on the pavement. They walked side by side, barely speaking.
Suddenly, Nahin stopped.
— “I’ve fallen in love with you, Saeed.”
He stood still.
— “But I didn’t realize it right away. I took time. Maybe this is what unknown love really means—when there's no logic, only a feeling.”
That day, for the first time, Saeed held her hand. No words. Just silence and connection.
Their relationship began.
There were sunny days and rainy ones. They painted their moments with the colors of love. In little things, they found joy.
But life doesn’t always follow a straight path.
Saeed had to leave Dhaka for a job. Nahin stayed to finish her master’s. The distance grew, time got shorter. Calls became less frequent, misunderstandings more common.
One night, Saeed called her.
— “Do you still love me the way you used to?”
Nahin was quiet for a moment.
— “Love doesn’t stay the same. It changes shape with time. But yes… I’m still waiting for you, Saeed.”
That night taught them many things—patience, trust, and the value of time.
Two years later—
Saeed returned to Dhaka with a good job. Nahin had become a college lecturer. They sat again at their old TSC spot, sipping tea.
It started raining again, suddenly.
Saeed stood with an umbrella. Nahin chose to get soaked in the rain.
Saeed smiled.
— “You still don’t use the umbrella?”
Nahin laughed.
— “I still love the rain. Because it was the rain that first brought me to you.”
That once unknown love had become something familiar, something real.
The End
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