Her Deep Love

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ere, drenched and impatient, scanning the street for a taxi that seemed as elusive as the sun today. It was one of those days where I had forgotten my umbrel

and saw a man standing beside me, shielded by an impressive umbrella. He was tall, his features handsome but softened by the gentleness in his smile. There w

c sound of rain. A wave of something inexplicable washed over me, and I felt an undeniable kinship

ly use some peace right about now," I replied, shivering a little-not from the cold, but from the r

comforting, and I felt as though we were cocooned in our own little universe, separate from the chaos of the rainy street. It was confusing-how c

or taxis in the pouring rain?" he ask

as if the mere act could dismiss the reality of my soggy pre

ity in his gaze, a fierce curiosity that put me at ease yet stirred millions of butter

but he was already stepping forward, holding the umbrella over my head.

madness-a complete stranger gallantly offering to share a moment that felt so intimate, almost ro

ng there, his umbrella still serving its purpose as the rain continued to pour down around him. It fe

winding road-whatever and wherever it may take me. The rain had brought us together, and with a little bit of fa