Selena Arora The rain had been falling all afternoon, soaking the city into a muted gray. Through the wide glass windows of the café, Ananya watched the drops streak down in endless lines, blurring the streetlights into ribbons of amber. She stirred her coffee slowly, not because it needed stirring but because her hands needed something to do. Her wedding ring caught the glow of the lamp above, a delicate reminder of promises once made with fire in her chest, promises now grown pale with repetition. It was on afternoons like this that loneliness pressed the hardest, despite the fact…