STORY SERIES 🔥🥰 TITLE: PATIENT LOVE IN THE STORM ☔👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨 EPISODE 1: The Storm Room☔ The rain had become their familiar background music — constant, cold, and somehow comforting. Their small room, barely above water level, was always damp. The wooden table in the center held a flickering kerosene lamp that cast warm shadows on their tired faces. Kelechi had returned from another fruitless search. The job was gone. Again. No salary, no explanation — just another broken promise from a city that never seemed to notice how hard he tried. Adanna didn’t ask many questions. She never did. Instead, she brought out warm water and gently wiped the rain and sweat from his face. It was something she did often — not because he asked, but because it was her silent way of saying, “I’m still here.” They had nothing — no generator, no mattress without holes, no guarantee of the next meal. Yet somehow, their love didn’t shrink in that emptiness. It grew. People called her foolish. A woman so graceful, so full of life, wasting her youth with a man who could barely feed himself. But they didn’t see the way she looked at him — with hope that defied reason. They didn’t see how he, even with failure chasing him, still held her hand like she was his greatest success. The world outside was cold and mocking. But in that flooded room, love lived. Quiet. Unshaken. To be continued…