Aise Mujhe Tum Mile 🌹 < JUNGKOOK FF

Part- 15

The flight from Mumbai touched down smoothly at Biju Patnaik International Airport in BBSR, Odisha. Stepping out into the warm, humid air, Y/N felt a wave of nostalgia wash over her. Home. It felt good to be back, even if the circumstances were far from ordinary.

"So," Jungkook said, stretching his arms after the long flight, "how do we get to SBP from here?"

Y/N smiled. "We have a few options. There's a cab service, but it might be a bit expensive. There's also a bus, but that might take longer, also a flight but that ppls of here doesn't use frequently."

"Train?" Jungkook interrupted, a hint of excitement in his voice. "Is there a train?"

The idea of experiencing an Indian train journey seemed to hold a certain allure for him. Y/N chuckled. "Train it is then."

A short taxi ride later, they found themselves at the bustling BBSR railway station. The sights and sounds were a stark contrast to the sterile environment of the airport. Jungkook, ever the curious observer, was enthralled. He whipped out his phone, capturing the vibrant chaos in a series of quick videos.

Inside the station, they found their first-class compartment cabin. Compared to the rest of the station, it was an oasis of calm. Jungkook settled in by the window, mesmerized by the sights outside. "This is all so beautiful...crowd of people's so unique...ugh...my charge...I need to charge my phone..." He started finding his power bank. (He was completely in mask.)

Suddenly, a commotion erupted from the platform. Y/N, picking up snippets of the shouts, felt a chill creep down her spine. "What's happening out there...who are these people's...?!"

A group of young men, dressed in white kurta and jeans it was like coded, were causing a ruckus, their voices laced with aggression. They seemed to be demanding something from the security guards, who appeared powerless against their muscle and bravado. The air crackled with a sense of impending violence.

Y/N's mind raced. These were no ordinary travelers. These were goons, local troublemakers with a reputation for causing havoc. "Oh no yeh log toh gunde hai...par yahan kya karne aaye hai...(oh no what these goons are doing here...what they wanted to do..."
Her heart hammered in her chest, a silent plea escaping her lips for this not to escalate.

Meanwhile, oblivious to the brewing chaos, Jungkook rummaged through his backpack, searching for his powerbank. It was Y/N's turn to experience a surge of panic. Her water bottle was empty, and knowing Indian railway stations, vendors would be present at certain stops. Taking a deep breath, she decided to grab a refill.

"Jungkook sii," she said, her voice strained. "I'm just going to grab some water. Won't be long."

He barely looked up, his attention focused on his search. "Okay," he mumbled, shoving various items aside.

Y/N hurried out of the private train compartment, her eyes scanning for the water cooler. The commotion on the platform seemed to be growing louder, but she focused on her mission, unaware of the danger lurking just around the corner. "Mujhe kya bas jaldi pani bhaar y/n and bhaag yahan se...(just run away from here y/n...you can't do anything with it...)"

The water cooler gurgled as Y/N filled her bottle, oblivious to the approaching danger. Suddenly, a rough hand clamped down on her shoulder. She whirled around, heart hammering in her chest, to find a young man from the group of goons leering at her.