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Arjun’s eyes welled up. Not from sadness, but from the sheer relief of being seen.

“Still avoiding the rain?” Vishnu teased, remembering how Arjun used to dash between buildings to stay dry. mallu gay stories

One evening, under the pink and orange sky of Varkala cliff, Vishnu turned to him and said, “I’m not looking for a fling, Arjun. I’m looking for someone who’ll hold my hand when we visit our ammaveedus during Vishu.” Arjun’s eyes welled up

They grabbed coffee at a nearby Indian Coffee House. As the rain roared outside, they talked about everything except the obvious. Vishnu spoke of his travels, his art, and casually mentioned, “My ex-boyfriend used to hate monsoon shoots.” He said it so naturally that Arjun nearly choked on his filter coffee. One evening, under the pink and orange sky