Welcome to Until You Found Me 🌸

Hello, everyone!

First of all, thank you so much for choosing to read Until You Found Me. Whether you found this story by accident or clicked on it out of curiosity, I'm truly happy you're here.

This story is very special to me because it isn't just about romance.

It's about healing.

It's about finding hope after believing everything is lost.

It's about the people who enter our lives unexpectedly and slowly change us without even realizing it.

Without giving away too much, you'll meet two very different people.

Aanya, a girl who has forgotten how to smile, and Vihaan, a boy whose innocent heart finds happiness in the smallest things.

One lonely evening...

One paper airplane...

And one unexpected meeting...

That is where their journey begins.

This story will have moments that make you smile, moments that might make your heart ache, and moments that will leave you wondering what happens next. Every chapter is connected, so I recommend reading them in order to enjoy the full experience.

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Now...

Take a deep breath.

Walk through the gates of the old park.

A paper airplane is already waiting for you.

I hope you enjoy the journey.

With love,

Lyrics_HR_Stories ❤️

The evening sky was painted in soft shades of orange and lavender.

A cool breeze drifted through the park, carrying the scent of freshly cut grass and blooming jasmine. Children laughed as they chased one another across the open field. Elderly couples walked slowly along the pathways, sharing quiet conversations. Birds fluttered from tree to tree before disappearing into the fading sunlight.

It was a peaceful place.

A place filled with life.

Yet for Aanya...

It always felt strangely silent.

Every evening, without fail, she found herself walking through the old iron gates of the same park.

Not because she loved it.

Not because it made her happy.

But because it was the only place where no one expected anything from her.

No one asked why she looked tired.

No one questioned the sadness hidden behind her eyes.

No one forced a smile she no longer had the strength to fake.

Here...

She could simply exist.

She followed the familiar stone pathway until she reached the old wooden bench beneath the large maple tree.

Its paint had faded years ago, and tiny cracks ran across the wooden planks, but somehow it had become her favorite place.

She sat down quietly.

The breeze played with the loose strands of her dark hair while her eyes wandered across the park without truly seeing anything.

Children laughed.

Parents smiled.

Friends teased each other.

Life continued moving around her...

As if sadness belonged to someone else.

Aanya lowered her gaze.

Sometimes she wondered if happiness had simply forgotten her address.

She sighed softly.

Closing her eyes for a brief moment, she let the cool wind brush against her face.

Silence wrapped around her like an old blanket.

It wasn't comforting.

But it was familiar.

And familiar things often hurt less.

...

Whoosh...

Something lightly landed in her lap.

Aanya opened her eyes.

She blinked in confusion.

Resting on her knees was a neatly folded paper airplane.

She stared at it for a moment.

The white paper fluttered gently in the breeze as though it had traveled a long way just to find her.

She slowly picked it up.

Her eyebrows knitted together.

"A paper airplane...?"

She looked around.

Children were playing nearby, but none of them seemed to be looking in her direction.

For a second, she wondered if the wind had simply carried it here.

Then...

A quiet voice broke the silence.

"Did it reach you?"

Aanya turned.

A few steps away stood a young man, probably around her age.

He wore a light blue hoodie with the sleeves rolled slightly above his wrists. His black hair was slightly messy, as if he had forgotten to comb it before leaving home.

But what caught her attention wasn't his appearance.

It was his smile.

Bright.

Pure.

The kind of smile that carried no hesitation and expected nothing in return.

He gave her a small, awkward wave.

Almost like he wasn't sure whether waving was the right thing to do.

Aanya looked at him for a moment before glancing back at the paper airplane.

Then at him again.

"...Was this yours?"

The boy nodded enthusiastically.

His eyes sparkled.

"So..."

He asked again with genuine curiosity.

"Did it reach you?"

For a second...

Aanya forgot how to answer.

It was such an unusual question.

Not...

"Did you like it?"

Or...

"Can I sit here?"

Simply...

"Did it reach you?"

She couldn't help finding it oddly amusing.

A tiny smile threatened to appear, but she quickly hid it.

She gave a small nod.

"Yes."

The boy's face immediately lit up.

His excitement was impossible to miss.

"Really?"

He clapped his hands once, grinning from ear to ear.

"I practiced all morning!"

Aanya blinked.

"...Practiced?"

"Throwing paper airplanes!"

He answered proudly.

"The first ones kept crashing into bushes."

He pointed toward a nearby hedge.

"One landed in a fountain."

Then another direction.

"And one almost hit a pigeon."

He scratched the back of his head sheepishly.

"I don't think the pigeon liked me."

For a second...

Aanya simply stared at him.

Then...

Without warning...

A quiet laugh escaped her lips.

Not loud.

Not dramatic.

Just...

Real.

She quickly covered her mouth, surprised by her own reaction.

When was the last time she had laughed like that?

She couldn't even remember.

The boy's smile somehow grew even brighter.

"There it is!"

He pointed at her with childlike excitement.

"You smiled!"

Aanya froze.

The smile disappeared almost instantly.

She looked away.

"I..."

She didn't know what to say.

No one had noticed something so small about her before.

No one had celebrated something as simple as her smiling.

The silence between them lasted only a few seconds.

Yet somehow...

It didn't feel awkward.

It felt...

Easy.

The boy tilted his head slightly.

"My name is Vihaan."

He extended his hand with complete confidence.

"I'm really good at folding paper airplanes now."

Aanya looked at his hand.

Then at him.

A tiny smile returned despite herself.

Instead of shaking his hand immediately, she asked softly,

"...Is that your introduction?"

Vihaan blinked.

He thought seriously for a moment.

Then nodded.

"I think it's a pretty good one."

For the first time that evening...

Aanya smiled without trying to hide it.

Aanya found herself shaking her head with a quiet laugh.

"I've never met anyone who introduces themselves like that."

Vihaan looked genuinely surprised.

"Really?"

She nodded.

He frowned dramatically for a moment before shrugging.

"Maybe everyone else is introducing themselves the wrong way."

That earned another smile from Aanya.

Vihaan looked incredibly pleased with himself.

He carefully sat down on the opposite end of the old wooden bench, leaving enough space between them. He didn't ask personal questions. He didn't try to force a conversation.

Instead...

He looked up at the sky.

"Look!"

He pointed toward a cloud floating lazily overhead.

"That one looks like a rabbit."

Aanya followed his finger.

She tilted her head.

"It looks more like a pillow."

Vihaan gasped.

"A flying pillow?"

She couldn't help laughing.

"I don't think pillows fly."

"They do..."

He replied confidently.

"...if the wind believes in them."

For a moment, Aanya simply stared at him.

There was something strangely comforting about the way he saw the world.

Everything ordinary became extraordinary through his eyes.

A flock of birds soared across the evening sky.

Vihaan immediately pointed toward them.

"I think they're racing."

"They're migrating."

Aanya corrected gently.

He nodded thoughtfully.

"Oh..."

After a few seconds, he smiled.

"They can migrate while racing."

Aanya laughed again.

Maybe he wasn't wrong.

A little boy nearby dropped his bright red balloon. The balloon escaped into the sky, floating higher and higher.

The child looked heartbroken.

Vihaan watched the balloon disappear until it became a tiny red dot.

Then he smiled.

"I hope it finds another kid who needs it."

Aanya turned toward him.

"You don't think it's sad?"

"It is."

He answered softly.

"But maybe being lost helps something else get found."

His words lingered in her heart.

She didn't know why.

It was such a simple sentence.

Yet somehow...

It felt heavier than it should have.

The breeze grew cooler as the sun slowly dipped behind the trees.

Golden light painted everything around them.

For the next several minutes, Vihaan continued talking about every little thing that caught his attention.

A squirrel hiding an acorn beneath a tree.

A butterfly refusing to sit still.

An old man feeding breadcrumbs to pigeons.

The shape of leaves dancing in the wind.

Things Aanya had walked past hundreds of times...

Without ever noticing.

She barely spoke.

She simply listened.

And strangely...

She didn't feel the need to fill the silence.

Usually, silence reminded her of loneliness.

Today...

It felt peaceful.

It felt shared.

Almost as if someone had quietly sat beside the emptiness she had carried for so long.

For the first time in weeks...

Maybe months...

Her heart didn't feel quite as heavy.

She glanced sideways at Vihaan.

He was smiling at absolutely nothing.

Just watching the clouds drift by as though they were putting on a show especially for him.

"What are you smiling at?"

She asked before she could stop herself.

Vihaan looked at her.

"The sky."

"The sky?"

He nodded.

"It changes every evening."

He smiled softly.

"But it still comes back."

Aanya looked up.

Orange had begun melting into soft shades of pink and violet.

She had seen sunsets countless times.

Yet somehow...

This one felt different.

Perhaps...

Because she wasn't watching it alone.

Neither of them spoke for several minutes.

The silence between them wasn't uncomfortable.

It simply existed.

Like the breeze.

Like the fading sunlight.

Like two strangers unexpectedly sharing the same peaceful moment.

Suddenly...

Vihaan stood up so quickly that Aanya blinked in surprise.

He dusted off his hoodie and stretched his arms.

Then he looked at her with the same cheerful smile.

"Bye!"

Aanya opened her mouth.

"So soon?"

But before the words could leave her lips...

Vihaan had already started running down the pathway.

His footsteps echoed lightly against the stone path.

Halfway across the park, he turned around.

He waved both hands enthusiastically.

"See you!"

Then he disappeared beyond the trees.

Aanya remained seated on the bench.

She stared in the direction he had gone until he was completely out of sight.

A strange feeling settled inside her.

The park suddenly seemed quiet again.

She looked down.

Something rested beside her.

Another paper airplane.

She hadn't even noticed him leaving it there.

Curious, she picked it up.

The folds were neat.

Careful.

As if he had spent time making sure every corner was perfect.

She slowly unfolded it.

Inside...

Written in simple handwriting...

Was only one word.

Smile.

Nothing more.

No explanation.

No name.

Just...

Smile.

Aanya traced the letters gently with her fingertips.

Without realizing it...

The corners of her lips lifted once again.

This time...

There was no one there to notice.

No one to point it out.

No one to celebrate it.

Yet somehow...

She smiled anyway.

The evening breeze carried the unfolded paper gently in her hands.

She looked toward the empty pathway one last time.

A boy she had met only a few minutes ago had somehow done what no one else had managed in a very long time.

He hadn't asked about her past.

He hadn't tried to fix her.

He hadn't told her to be happy.

He had simply reminded her...

That she still could.

As the first stars began appearing in the evening sky, Aanya carefully folded the paper back into its airplane shape and held it close.

For the first time in what felt like forever...

She found herself wondering about tomorrow.

Not with fear.

Not with exhaustion.

But with a tiny spark of curiosity.

Maybe...

Just maybe...

She would return to the park again.

Not because it was quiet.

But because someone there had unknowingly given a lonely heart a reason to look forward to another evening.

End of Chapter 1

Next Chapter: You Came Back...

"Sometimes... the smallest reason is enough to make us return to the same place."

The next evening, the golden sunlight poured gently across the park, painting everything in warm shades of amber.

Children laughed as they chased one another along the pathways.

The swings creaked softly.

A cool breeze carried the scent of freshly cut grass and blooming flowers.

Everything looked exactly the same as yesterday.

Yet...

For some strange reason...

Aanya's heartbeat wasn't.

She slowed down near the entrance of the park and folded her arms.

"I'm only here for some fresh air..." she muttered under her breath.

She took another step.

"Definitely not because of that strange boy."

Another step.

"There's no way I came here just to see him."

She sighed dramatically.

"...Right?"

Even she didn't believe her own excuse.

A tiny smile escaped her lips before she quickly erased it.

"What am I even doing?" she whispered to herself.

Yesterday's meeting had lasted only a few minutes.

She didn't know his surname.

She didn't know where he lived.

She didn't know anything about him.

Yet...

Somehow...

His cheerful smile had stayed in her mind the entire day.

She had caught herself thinking about that folded paper airplane more times than she'd like to admit.

"Smile."

Such a simple word.

Yet it had followed her around like an unexpected song stuck in her head.

She shook those thoughts away.

"Nope."

"I'm just taking a walk."

Nothing more.

Nothing less.

At least...

That was the plan.

Without realizing it, her feet carried her toward the old wooden bench.

The same bench.

The same quiet corner of the park.

Her eyes searched almost automatically.

And then...

She saw him.

A light blue hoodie.

Messy black hair dancing in the breeze.

Several colorful sheets of paper scattered beside him.

And another paper airplane resting carefully in his hands.

Vihaan.

He looked up.

For a tiny moment, their eyes met.

Then...

His entire face brightened.

Not just a smile.

It was the kind of smile that made it seem as if the whole evening had suddenly become brighter.

Like someone had switched on hundreds of tiny fairy lights inside him.

"There you are!"

He jumped to his feet so quickly that one of the paper airplanes slipped from his lap and floated onto the grass.

He didn't even notice.

Instead, he waved both hands enthusiastically.

"You're late!"

Aanya stopped walking.

"...Late?"

She looked behind herself.

Was he talking to someone else?

No.

There was nobody.

He meant...

Her.

She frowned.

"Late?"

Vihaan nodded confidently.

"I've been waiting."

Those three simple words caught her completely off guard.

Waiting?

For her?

Nobody had ever waited for her in a park before.

Nobody had looked this happy just because she arrived.

For a brief second...

Something unfamiliar warmed her chest.

She quickly looked away before he could notice.

"I... wasn't coming here to meet you."

She tried to sound calm.

Almost annoyed.

Vihaan blinked.

He tilted his head like a curious puppy trying to solve an impossible puzzle.

"Then..."

he asked with complete seriousness,

"...why did you come?"

Silence.

The breeze continued to sway the trees.

Children laughed somewhere nearby.

A bicycle bell rang in the distance.

But between them...

Everything became still.

Aanya opened her mouth.

Then closed it again.

She searched for an answer.

Fresh air?

Exercise?

A walk?

None of those excuses sounded convincing anymore.

Because deep inside...

She already knew the truth.

She had been curious.

Curious if he'd actually come again.

Curious if yesterday had meant anything to him.

Curious...

about him.

But she wasn't about to admit that.

Not yet.

Vihaan watched her struggle for an answer.

Then...

he smiled.

A soft...

gentle...

understanding smile.

"It's okay."

"You don't have to answer."

He shrugged happily.

"You're here now."

That was enough for him.

Those four words carried no expectations.

No pressure.

No questions.

Just simple happiness.

For reasons she couldn't explain...

Aanya felt herself relax.

The invisible wall she usually kept around strangers cracked ever so slightly.

She glanced around the park.

Yesterday...

Everything had felt distant.

Cold.

Empty.

Today...

It somehow felt different.

Warmer.

Livelier.

Maybe...

It wasn't the park that had changed.

Maybe...

It was the company.

Vihaan bent down to pick up the paper airplane that had fallen earlier.

Instead of putting it back with the others...

He carefully dusted a few blades of grass off its wings.

Then he walked toward her.

"This is for you."

Aanya looked at the tiny airplane.

"You made another one?"

"I make lots of them."

"Why?"

He smiled.

"Because paper remembers folds."

She blinked.

"What?"

"If you unfold a paper airplane..."

he explained,

"...you can still see every fold."

He looked down at it for a moment.

"People are kind of like that."

"We remember things too."

Aanya stared at him.

That...

was unexpectedly deep.

Then, just as she started wondering if he always spoke like that...

He added,

"...Also because it's fun."

She almost laughed.

Almost.

She accepted the airplane.

This one was smaller than yesterday's.

The folds were neat.

Perfect.

She carefully opened it.

Inside...

Only one word was written.

Hi. 😄

She looked at it for a few seconds.

Then at him.

"That's it?"

Vihaan nodded proudly.

"Yep."

"No inspirational quote today?"

"I already told you to smile yesterday."

He crossed his arms with fake seriousness.

"I can't repeat myself every day."

For the first time...

A tiny laugh escaped her lips.

A real one.

Soft.

Short.

But real.

Vihaan's eyes widened.

"There!"

"What?"

"You laughed!"

"I did not."

"You absolutely did."

"I didn't."

"You smiled too."

"No."

"Yes."

She rolled her eyes dramatically.

"You're impossible."

"I've been called worse."

"Oh?"

"My school teacher once called me 'a walking distraction.'"

Aanya couldn't stop another laugh.

Vihaan looked strangely proud.

"See?"

"There it is again."

She quickly hid her face.

"This conversation is over."

He grinned.

"Nope."

"I still don't know your favorite color."

"...Why?"

"So I know what color paper airplane to make next."

She stared at him in disbelief.

"You've already planned the next one?"

"Obviously."

"What if I don't come tomorrow?"

Vihaan looked at her for exactly three seconds.

Then smiled with complete confidence.

"You will."

"What makes you so sure?"

He pointed toward the paper airplane in her hands.

"You kept this one."

She looked down.

Without realizing it...

She had already folded it carefully and was holding it close instead of throwing it away.

"...Lucky guess."

"Not lucky."

He smiled.

"I pay attention."

Those words lingered in the air longer than either of them expected.

The sun slowly began sinking behind the trees.

Golden light wrapped around the old bench like a memory waiting to be written.

Neither of them noticed how much time had passed.

For two people who had been strangers only yesterday...

Silence no longer felt awkward.

It felt...

comfortable.

As if the empty space between them had quietly decided to become a bridge instead of a wall.

Neither of them knew it yet.

This ordinary evening...

This tiny paper airplane...

This unexpected conversation...

Would one day become one of the memories they would treasure the most.

Because sometimes...

The biggest chapters of our lives...

Begin with the smallest "Hi."

🍃 End of Chapter 2

Question of the Day 💛

If you found a paper airplane with a message inside, what would you hope it says? And... do you think a complete stranger can slowly become someone's favorite person?

Tell me in the comments... because in Until You Found Me, every little answer might mean more than you think... 🌼