Rachna sat across from Lucky, her fingers tracing the rim of her coffee cup. The café was their sanctuary, a place where time seemed to pause just for them. As the rain poured, "Lucky, if I were to marry someone else, what would you do?" Her question hung in the air, heavy with anticipation.

Lucky looked at her, his eyes reflecting a mix of sorrow and acceptance. "I would forget you." His words were simple yet piercing. Rachna turned away, her heart aching at the thought. But Lucky continued, "But the truth is, you'd probably forget me first."

"How?" Rachna asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Lucky leaned back, his gaze distant yet focused. "Imagine, your wedding day. You're in a new home, adorned in beautiful jewelry, surrounded by flashing cameras and a sea of faces." He paused, letting the imagery sink in. "In that whirlwind, remembering me would be impossible."

Lucky sighed, "And me? I'd be somewhere with friends, lost in a haze, perhaps cursing you for leaving. But eventually, life would pull us in different directions. You'd be busy with your new life, responsibilities, maybe even a family." His voice trembled, revealing the depth of his unspoken love.

Rachna wiped a tear, "So, is this where it ends?" Her voice was fragile, yet hopeful. Lucky leaned forward, his eyes meeting hers with a steady intensity. "No. One night, when the world is asleep, we'll both be awake, reflecting on what was and what could have been. In that silence, only we will understand."

Their eyes locked, no words were necessary. The love they shared was profound, transcending time and circumstances. As they finished their coffee, they knew that despite the uncertain future, the bond they shared would always be their secret, cherished by both in the quiet corners of their hearts.