Rain tapped softly against the station roof as Ayaan checked his watch for the third time. The last train was late, and the platform was almost empty—except for a girl sitting quietly at the far bench, her eyes fixed on the tracks.
Moments later, a sudden gust of wind sent her scarf flying. Ayaan caught it before it hit the ground. “You dropped this,” he said, walking toward her.
She smiled, a little surprised. “Thank you… I thought it was gone.”
They stood there awkwardly at first, then somehow, conversation just happened—about missed trains, long days, and small dreams. Her name was Zara, and she was heading home after months away. Ayaan realized he hadn’t smiled this much in weeks.
When the train finally arrived, neither of them moved immediately. There was a quiet pause, like both were hoping time would stretch a little longer.
“Maybe we’ll meet again?” Ayaan said.
Zara smiled softly. “Maybe… or maybe this was just meant to be once.”
As the train doors closed, Ayaan watched her leave—carrying with her a moment that felt strangely unforgettable.
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