(Saturday Short Story I)

Love cannot be made, It just happens.
Maya had a list of places she wanted to see before life pulled her back into routine. Sarang was travelling for his own reasons — to breathe away from a world that valued him only for his money, title, and reputation.
They met as strangers on the same trip. She was simple, untouched by his status or wealth, and never tried to impress or please. He was drawn to her warmth, her generosity, and the joy she found in little things.
She noticed his smile, his playful teasing, the way he could make ordinary moments glow. Both had been through enough to guard their hearts — she had been left by previous relations for being “too much giving,” and once, in her past, was deeply hurt when taken advantage of at her most vulnerable. He had seen too many women chase him for his name, fame, and money.
They spent days together — walking, talking, laughing — moments where love brushed past but neither reached for it. At the end, they left with a quiet promise never to meet again.
Back in their own worlds, they poured themselves into hobbies and self-growth. With no commitments, no promises. It was like some lamp had lightened inside.
Because sometimes, love isn’t possession or marriage always — it’s an unspoken acceptance. It’s the ability to acknowledge emotions, honor them, and still respond from a place of calm, centered awareness.
We love a flower on the street, a sunset we can’t keep, Pet at home. A god we can’t touch.
Love just happens — it cannot be made.
Pyar kiya nahi jata baas ho jata hai.
#SaturdayShortStories by Deepali Bakshi