The Storm That Wore My Name

💥 The Storm That Wore My Name

Part 2 of Riazul & Barishu's Love Saga

Romantic Comedy • Sweet Chaos Edition

Chapter 1: The Late Prince Arrives

Love, they say, arrives unannounced.
Mine? Arrived 32 minutes late, wearing a mismatched sock and dragging a garbage bag.

“Sorry, traffic was dramatic,” Riazul grinned, out of breath, hair standing like he’d wrestled the wind and lost.
“But guess who brought you gourmet heaven?”

I narrowed my eyes. “If it’s from a dustbin again, I’m leaving.”

He clutched the bag like it was royal treasure.
“Oh ye of little faith,” he whispered.

Chapter 2: Feast of a Fool

He laid out our “picnic” on a Marvel bedsheet, featuring Iron Man judging us silently.

The menu?

• 3 fries (soggy, spiritual),

• 2.5 bananas (don’t ask),

• 1 wrinkled samosa (war veteran),

• and a melted Dairy Milk bar (R.I.P.).

“You’re kidding,” I muttered.

He looked proud. “I call it... chaotic cuisine à la Riazul.”

I blinked.

He blinked back.
We both sat.
Because love, apparently, means eating samosas in blind faith.

Chapter 3: Romantic Forecast: 96% Wrong

“Rain?” I asked, as clouds started whispering secrets above us.

“Only 4% chance,” Riazul said, checking his cracked screen.

Then the sky opened up like a broken shower.

WHOOSH. Instant monsoon. 

We screamed, scrambled, and grabbed the Marvel sheet like it was a magic carpet.
We ran. Slipped.
The samosa flew.
My slipper was never seen again.

We finally collapsed under a trembling tree, soaked head to toe, breathless and laughing.

Chapter 4: Thunderstruck Hearts

In the silence between thunderclaps, he looked at me like I was lightning.

“You’re the storm I prayed for,” he said softly, brushing wet hair from my face.

Rain slid down his nose, caught on his lashes.
He looked... stupidly beautiful.
Like a drenched Greek tragedy with banana breath.

I tried not to melt.
Failed.

Chapter 5: The Kiss That Broke the Clouds

“Even the rain couldn’t resist you,” he whispered, pulling me closer.

And then he kissed me.
In the middle of that muddy park, on a soaked Marvel bedsheet, surrounded by flying fries and forgotten chocolate.

It should’ve been a disaster.

It felt like magic.

Because sometimes, a storm doesn't ruin the day —
it becomes the reason you remember it forever.

Chapter 6: The Afterglow of Chaos

The rain stopped, but my heartbeat didn’t.

We walked home, hand in hand, barefoot and ridiculous, leaving a trail of chocolate smears and laughter.

He turned to me and said,
“If loving you makes me a fool, then I want to be the world’s loudest, messiest, most romantic idiot.”

I smiled.

Because honestly?
That’s exactly what I needed.

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🌧️ End of Part 2

Next: “Part 3 – When Riazul Tried to Cook” (Coming soon...)