“When Autumn Met Spring” (Short Story)

 

“When Autumn Met Spring”

Adity Roy Kapoor — a name that echoed power, precision, and perfection in the business world. At just 35, he ruled a multi-billion-dollar empire like a monarch, cold and calculated. Success had taught him everything — except how to love.

Enter Sanjana Shekhawat, a free-spirited, passionate landscape artist with a soul full of colors and eyes that could calm storms. She was everything he wasn’t — soft where he was hard, chaos where he was control.

Their worlds collided when Adity decided to renovate his countryside villa in Udaipur and hired Sanjana for its gardens — not because he cared for flowers, but because his mother had loved them.

At first, their conversations were transactional.

“I don’t want unnecessary colors. Keep it classic,” Adity had said.

“Nature doesn’t ask your permission before blooming,” she replied with a smirk.

Intrigued by her fearless grace, he started spending more time at the villa. Mornings turned into afternoons with long silences, and then slow conversations under the sun. Sanjana brought laughter into his rigid life. He found himself waiting for her stories, for her laughter echoing across the empty halls.

One evening, during a monsoon drizzle, as she stood drenched under the jasmine arch she had planted, he looked at her and whispered,

“You’ve grown something in me too… and I don’t know how to prune it.”

She looked at him with soft eyes.

“Then don’t. Let it bloom, Adity.”

But love isn't always enough.

One day, she vanished — without a goodbye, without a trace. All she left behind was a handwritten note:

“You need to find love when you’re ready to lose control. Until then… let your heart remember me when the jasmine blooms.”

Months passed.

Then one spring morning, during a board meeting, a scent drifted in — jasmine.

He rushed outside — and there she was, standing by the garden arch, a little nervous, a little unsure.

“Are you finally ready to lose control?” she asked.

He didn’t reply. He just held her close, letting years of solitude melt between them.

Because even the most powerful hearts need someone who teaches them how to bloom.

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