The park was serene, the only sounds were the rhythmic footsteps of joggers and the occasional chirping of birds. On this particular morning, the tranquility was shattered by an accidental collision. Swetha, who had been jogging briskly, crashed into Ram, who was running in the opposite direction. 
“Ouch! Watch where you're going!” Swetha snapped, rubbing her shoulder where she had collided with him.
Ram, wincing slightly, responded with a sharp edge in his voice. “I’m sorry. Maybe you should keep your eyes open!”
They exchanged irritated glares, each too stubborn to back down. The argument quickly escalated as they both sat on a nearby bench, their tempers still flaring. 
“I can't believe you have the nerve to blame me!” Swetha said, crossing her arms defensively.
“And I can't believe you're making a big deal out of a simple mistake,” Ram shot back.
Their verbal sparring continued until they began to cool off. During their exchange of angry words, they started to notice familiarities in each other’s expressions, voices, and mannerisms. There was something unsettlingly familiar about this stranger who was now a source of frustration. 
Ram, trying to shift the conversation away from their bickering, asked, “Where did you grow up?”
Swetha hesitated, then answered, “I used to live here, but my family moved when I was about ten.”
Ram’s eyes widened. “Wait, did you go to Rani Sahiba Elementary?”
Swetha's eyes met his with a sudden spark of recognition. “Yes, I did. How do you know?”
Ram's face lit up with a mix of surprise and nostalgia. “I did too! We must have been in the same class. I remember someone named Swetha. You were in my class.”
Swetha’s expression softened, the anger giving way to curiosity. “Ram? Ram Rajpurohit?”
“That’s right,” he said, a smile tugging at his lips. “I can’t believe it’s you.”
As they reminisced about their childhood days, the initial tension melted away. They talked about their favorite teachers, the playground antics, and the bittersweet memories of their time together. As they spoke, it became clear that their shared history was more than just an innocent connection. It was a bridge to their past selves, a place where their emotions had once been strong and pure.
Sitting close on the bench, their conversation grew more personal. The old feelings they had once felt began to resurface, rekindled by the warmth of their shared memories. They laughed about old jokes and shared stories about their lives since they had last seen each other.
The park around them faded as they grew more absorbed in each other's presence. Their eyes met, and an unspoken understanding passed between them. It was as if the years apart had only intensified their feelings.
Ram reached out, gently brushing a strand of hair from Swetha's face. “I never thought I’d see you again. I didn’t expect to feel this way.”
Swetha looked at him with a soft smile. “Me neither. It’s strange how things work out.”
Their closeness became electric, and their conversations grew softer, more intimate. The air was filled with the promise of a deeper connection, one that bridged their past with their present.
Ram took Swetha’s hand, his touch both tender and reassuring. “I’ve missed this, us. Even though we were young, it felt real.”
Swetha squeezed his hand, her eyes searching his. “It did. And it feels like we have a second chance now.”
As the sun began to set, casting a golden hue over the park, their shared laughter and touching moments grew into a gentle embrace. They were rediscovering not just each other, but a piece of themselves they had left behind.
Their feelings deepened as they shared a lingering kiss, a tender reminder of the love that had once been there and was now rekindled.......
As always, the rest left for your imagination! 
Dr Dear
“Ouch! Watch where you're going!” Swetha snapped, rubbing her shoulder where she had collided with him.
Ram, wincing slightly, responded with a sharp edge in his voice. “I’m sorry. Maybe you should keep your eyes open!”
They exchanged irritated glares, each too stubborn to back down. The argument quickly escalated as they both sat on a nearby bench, their tempers still flaring. 
“I can't believe you have the nerve to blame me!” Swetha said, crossing her arms defensively.
“And I can't believe you're making a big deal out of a simple mistake,” Ram shot back.
Their verbal sparring continued until they began to cool off. During their exchange of angry words, they started to notice familiarities in each other’s expressions, voices, and mannerisms. There was something unsettlingly familiar about this stranger who was now a source of frustration. 
Ram, trying to shift the conversation away from their bickering, asked, “Where did you grow up?”
Swetha hesitated, then answered, “I used to live here, but my family moved when I was about ten.”
Ram’s eyes widened. “Wait, did you go to Rani Sahiba Elementary?”
Swetha's eyes met his with a sudden spark of recognition. “Yes, I did. How do you know?”
Ram's face lit up with a mix of surprise and nostalgia. “I did too! We must have been in the same class. I remember someone named Swetha. You were in my class.”
Swetha’s expression softened, the anger giving way to curiosity. “Ram? Ram Rajpurohit?”
“That’s right,” he said, a smile tugging at his lips. “I can’t believe it’s you.”
As they reminisced about their childhood days, the initial tension melted away. They talked about their favorite teachers, the playground antics, and the bittersweet memories of their time together. As they spoke, it became clear that their shared history was more than just an innocent connection. It was a bridge to their past selves, a place where their emotions had once been strong and pure.
Sitting close on the bench, their conversation grew more personal. The old feelings they had once felt began to resurface, rekindled by the warmth of their shared memories. They laughed about old jokes and shared stories about their lives since they had last seen each other.
The park around them faded as they grew more absorbed in each other's presence. Their eyes met, and an unspoken understanding passed between them. It was as if the years apart had only intensified their feelings.
Ram reached out, gently brushing a strand of hair from Swetha's face. “I never thought I’d see you again. I didn’t expect to feel this way.”
Swetha looked at him with a soft smile. “Me neither. It’s strange how things work out.”
Their closeness became electric, and their conversations grew softer, more intimate. The air was filled with the promise of a deeper connection, one that bridged their past with their present.
Ram took Swetha’s hand, his touch both tender and reassuring. “I’ve missed this, us. Even though we were young, it felt real.”
Swetha squeezed his hand, her eyes searching his. “It did. And it feels like we have a second chance now.”
As the sun began to set, casting a golden hue over the park, their shared laughter and touching moments grew into a gentle embrace. They were rediscovering not just each other, but a piece of themselves they had left behind.
Their feelings deepened as they shared a lingering kiss, a tender reminder of the love that had once been there and was now rekindled.......
As always, the rest left for your imagination! 
Dr Dear
lol, it is a peak of appreciation ji, thanks 
