Love like black tea
It was deep at night. Outside the window, a gentle rain was falling silently. Maya was sitting in the dim light inside the room. A cup of black tea in her hand was her favorite, and her love, like that tea, was dark and deep, but not visible to everyone.
A name was still hanging on her phone—“Rafi.”
They had fallen in love very simply. One rainy afternoon, Maya had forgotten her umbrella in the corridor of the college library, and their first words were in the shade of that umbrella. Rafi’s complexion was dark, his face did not have the skin or face of a movie hero. But there was a kind of fascination in his eyes, which, if he looked at her, would have stopped all the busyness of the world.
Maya understood—this boy was different. Not different in his appearance, but different in his thoughts.
One day Rafi said,
**"People don't see colors, they see hearts—even though everyone says this, very few people understand the color of hearts."**
That line stuck in Maya's mind.
Their relationship started with friendship. And friendship is a bond where love slowly builds—pride is created, illusion is created, sorrow is shared. When Maya fell ill in her final year of college, Rafi was the only one who would run to her every day, sit silently by her side, and read books to her.
Maya understood that this love is not visible to the eyes, but it resides in the heart.
But does society accept it so easily?
When Maya's family proposed marriage elsewhere, they were shocked when they heard Rafi's name—
"He's black!"
"Will he be suitable for you?"
"This girl deserves something better!"
Maya is surprised and says only one thing—
**"I didn't love him for his color, it was the color of his character that won my heart."**
But the obstacles keep increasing. Rafi also tries to convince Maya—
**"You can leave if you want, I won't be angry. Love doesn't mean bondage, it's a kind of love besides."**
Still, Maya doesn't leave.
She knows that skin color cannot be the criterion for her love.
Time passes. She finishes her studies. Rafi becomes a successful graphic designer. Maya makes a career in journalism.
One day, many years later, Maya receives a letter—
**"Where are you now, Maya?
Do you still want to be immersed in love like that black tea?"**
Maya's eyes get wet.
She knows that Rafi was not just a lover in her life—
He was a **full definition of love**.
That night, Maya makes a cup of black tea again. She stands by the window and picks up the phone.
"Rafi... this love is still fresh. You are still my favorite color story."
A single word quietly floats on the other side of the phone—
**"Alhamdulillah."**
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### 🖤 **Last words:**
**Love has no color, if it does—it can be measured by the depth of the heart.**
Black skin color, black tea, or black night—
everything brings its own beauty, if there is a mind to see.
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