🌿 Arouv & 🌸 Era
(A story of first love and timeless connection)
Varanasi — the city that wakes with the chants of morning aarti, breathes with the ripples of the Ganga, and weaves a new love story on every ghat.
🌿 Arouv was a quiet soul — he spoke more through his sketches than words.
🌸 Era was like an open diary — sometimes soft like a poem, sometimes wild like the wind.
Their first meeting was at Dashashwamedh Ghat.
In the middle of the evening aarti crowd, there was a small collision. Era’s tea spilled over Arouv’s sketchbook.
“I’m so sorry… I didn’t see,” she said, a little flustered.
Arouv simply smiled, “It’s alright… sometimes, the most beautiful things are created by a little mess.”
That moment — felt different.
The evening prayers, floating diyas, and two strangers — it was the beginning of something real.
Over the next few days, their paths kept crossing along the ghats.
Mornings at Assi Ghat, laughter by Ravidas Ghat, the silences of Manikarnika — all slowly started stitching threads between their hearts.
Arouv would sketch Era — sitting on the ghats, hair flying in the boat’s breeze.
Era would write poems for him —
“The boy who listens to my silence like a story…”
One day at Chet Singh Ghat, Era asked:
“Do you think these ghats remember every love story?”
Arouv looked into her eyes and replied,
“Maybe… but I want them to never forget ours.”
Then one soft morning at Tulsi Ghat, Arouv gifted her a sketch —
Era standing by the river, sunlight sparkling in her eyes, Ganga flowing behind her.
He whispered,
“I don’t know if love was ever meant for me… but with you, it feels like every ghat has started whispering your name.”
Era smiled — the kind of smile the Ganga gives to the sun every morning.
She held his hand…
And in that moment, it felt like the ghats whispered too —
“Another heartbeat added to the rhythm of our love…”
💞 Their First Kiss — A Silent Confession
(Arouv & Era – First love, first touch)
That evening felt like a secret the city had kept safe.
The sun was dipping into the Ganga at Prayag Ghat, painting the sky in warm orange and gold.
Arouv and Era sat on a boat — quiet… like two hearts gathering the courage to speak.
The light danced on the water.
Era’s bangles chimed softly in the breeze.
Arouv’s breath felt still, but his heart wasn’t.
“Are you afraid of love?” Era asked gently.
Arouv didn’t look up, just smiled,
“I used to be… but with you here, I’m only scared of losing it.”
Silence returned — but this time, it felt comforting.
Era rested her head on his shoulder and said,
“This city, these ghats… they all suddenly feel complete when I’m with you.”
Arouv turned to her, his gaze lingering…
Then, holding her face gently,
He leaned in…
There wasn’t a grand confession. Just a soft moment.
A kiss.
On the banks of the Ganga, under the sound of temple bells, and the rhythm of a slow boat —
A quiet promise… saying everything, without a single word.
🕯️ Moments That Make First Love Unforgettable:
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The First Time They Held Hands —
At Assi Ghat, when the rain surprised them. They took shelter under an old temple roof.
Her hand was cold, his fingers shook — but when they touched… time paused. -
When They Shared Music Without Speaking —
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An old record player whispered “Tum aa gaye ho, noor aa gaya hai…”
They sat by a window, no words, just glances…
The song ended. But the feeling stayed. -
Their First Fight —
Over something silly.
Era stopped talking.
Arouv searched the entire city for her favorite roses.
When he gave them to her, he said,
“If silence is my punishment, I’ll make the same mistake every day — just to see your eyes again.” -
When They First Said “Us” —
At Tulsi Ghat, they watched an old couple sitting quietly.
Era asked, “Do you think we’ll be like that someday?”
Arouv laughed, “We already are an ‘us’… we’re just waiting to grow old.”
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🕊️ This isn’t just Arouv & Era’s story…
It’s for everyone who once found love —
By a ghat, at a bus stop, or in the middle of unexpected rain.
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A wonderful story
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