Novel - Whispers in the Rain | Part -3 | 02-Aug- 2025

Touch of Love

Hello friends,

How are you all? I hope everyone is well. I am also well by the infinite mercy of Allah. Like every day, today I have come before you with a new post. Almost all kinds of incidents happen around us. The incidents are often instructive, painful, tragic, and inspiring. That is why today I have come with a story again. I hope you will enjoy reading my writing.

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Part-3: Touching the eyes

The end of autumn. There is a harsh dryness in the air, as if the city itself is tired. But Aryan is not tired - he goes to the library every day, looking for letters, for the words of poetry, waiting for Neela. And in this chapter, the curtain called friendship slowly moves away and that unspoken love starts playing in the eyes.

Neela has not come for three days. Aryan sits alone at that small table by the window. His eyes are on the pages of the book, but his mind does not turn the page. On the fourth day, the door suddenly opens and Neela comes in like a gust of wind.
He said in a breathless voice, I was caught in the rain, it is too late.
Aryan only said, I have not turned the page for these days. You are my every word. Neela laughed. Then he took out a letter from his bag and said, I left it for you. This letter is not only visible, but also has to be read with feeling.

The language of the letter was more delicate than poetry.

Sometimes, very late at night, I silently say your name. I see your face in my imagination, but in reality I say you are my friend. If I say I love you, will you lose your friendship? Aryan froze after reading the letter. One word, one line, shook his whole soul. If I say I love you... A poetry evening program at a small gallery in Dhaka. Neela and Aryan went somewhere outside the library together for the first time. Neela read a poem she had written herself: Your silence is my city, I walk through its alleys Don't you know that every day I paint your face with words... The entire hall seemed to stop. Aryan was looking at Neela's face. This is the girl whose letters, whose silences were louder than confessions. At the end of the program, she said, I find myself in your words. Neela lowered her eyes and said, If you weren't there, where would the words come from? They had not yet said they loved each other. Yet, in their gazes, gestures, and silent touches, the touch of love was being born.

That day, it was raining lightly again. They were standing on the sidewalk, without an umbrella. Neela said, "Do you ever want to kiss me?"
Arian was a little surprised. He smiled, and said, "I want to." But before that, I want you to want it yourself. I love that feeling, where there is a word of consent, even if you don't say it.

Neela said, "You know? In this city, I feel safe only in your eyes." At that moment, they both knew they were in love. But they hadn't said the name yet. Their love was a touch of eye to eye.

That night, Arian wrote in his diary:

You teach me love by keeping your eyes on me.
You are my wordless poem
Which has no title,
Yet every word is you.
When I look at you, I become love.

They now understand each other in a profound way, with deep feelings. They speak in letters, confess with their eyes, but have not yet said they love each other with their mouths. Their love is untouched, but complete. Their love is speechless, but natural. Their love is still only touched by the eyes.

Part- 4 is coming. Thank you all for taking the time to read the post. Thank You all for Your. Love to Everyone.

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