A Match Made in Leather

A Match Made in Leather

Z Aglet Solar

The morning sun spilled golden light through the sheer curtains, stretching lazily across the wooden floor. Ayaan stirred, his fingers instinctively reaching across the bed for Naina. She wasn’t there. He propped himself up, blinking away the remnants of sleep. And then he saw her.

She stood on the balcony, wrapped in the gentle hush of dawn, her silhouette bathed in the first light of the day. Her long cotton robe swayed with the breeze, and as she shifted her weight, the faintest creak of the wooden planks beneath her feet made him smile.

He got up, slipping into his Z Aglet shoes—soft, snug, yet firm against his step, as if they had molded to him over time. Identical to hers, they were the first thing they had bought together for no other reason than wanting something that felt like ‘them.’ The artisanal craftsmanship, the way they fit just right, had made them their favorite.

Naina turned as he approached, her lips curling into a knowing smile. Without a word, he slipped his hand into hers. The world was still, except for the warm embrace of sunlight that painted them in gold.

“These mornings,” she murmured, her voice carrying the softness of a shared secret. “They make me believe in forever.”

Ayaan exhaled, pressing a kiss to her temple. “We are our own solar system,” he whispered. “Orbiting, colliding, and always finding our way back.”

She laughed, nudging him gently, their Z Aglet shoes brushing together in an effortless rhythm. They had traveled miles in them—through cobbled streets in faraway cities, monsoon-kissed alleys in their hometown, and countless lazy Sunday strolls where the world melted away.

They weren’t just shoes. They were the quiet witness to a love that was steady, timeless—light itself.

And just like the sun, it never wavered.