Aarav settles into his usual seat by the window, gazing out at the world flickering by. Across from him, Meera boards quietly, her scarf trailing behind her, eyes bright but cautious. Their silent smiles are exchanged, a ritual as comforting as the steady movement of the train.

One morning, Aarav finally speaks, his voice tentative but warm. "Have you always taken this train?" Meera glances up, surprised but pleased, her lips curving into a genuine smile. Their words grow from small talk into laughter, and soon the train ride becomes the highlight of their days.

Meera shares stories of her childhood, dreams she keeps close to her heart. Aarav, in turn, confides hopes he’s never spoken aloud. Their hands brush, lingering for a heartbeat, each touch electrified with possibility.

Meera[/@ch_2]'s grasp.] "My family has arranged my marriage," she whispers, her voice breaking. Tears gather in her eyes, and Aarav sits silent, fists clenched in his lap. The train moves on, indifferent to broken hearts.

Meera[/@ch_2] stands, her form silhouetted against the open door.] "Promise me you’ll be happy," Aarav manages, his smile aching with love and pain. Meera nods, unable to speak, and steps onto the platform, vanishing into the crowd as the train shudders back to life.

Aarav still rides the familiar route, not searching, but remembering. He has loved again, lived again, yet a piece of his heart remains at that station, waiting. The rhythm of the wheels offers comfort, and in the gentle sway, Aarav finally understands—sometimes love means letting go, and that, too, is a journey worth taking.