After more than half an hour the train finally reached Anjali's station.
"Good to see you again, Aman."
Saying that Anjali stepped onto the platform of her station along with many other passengers, it was such a rush. Due to being near the entrance, she could quickly move out and avoid being pushed by others.
She moved towards the escalator and jumped in suprise when she felt a known warm presence behind her,
"You shifted here? When?"
Aman chuckled at her wide eyed bewildered expression,
"No I didn't, I just need to drop you at the rickshaw station."
"What? Why?"
"As much as I liked meeting you after ages on that train while you came running towards me like a bollywood heroine, it would suck to meet you in a hospital while maybe one of your leg is covered with a plaster."
Anjali gasped, her cheeks turning warm and she looked down at her muddy chappals feeling embarrassed, was it that obvious?
"I know I look like a mess but I was hoping I wouldn't look like that evil witch from Azkaban." She exclaimed, her hands trying to settle her curly hair as they both stepped on the bridge platform.
Aman laughed, "No you don't, you look pretty Anjali. You always do."
A small pretty smile graced her lips,
"And I see, you're still charming as always."
Suddenly her leg stumbled but she did not kiss the platform ground, how would she when Aman was there?
"Aaaha and aren't you my saviour of the day?"
"Your Prince charming?" He wiggled his eyebrows making them both laugh.
It was stupid of me to think it would ever get awkward with him.
YOU ARE READING
The Trains Of Mumbai
Roman d'amour❝Where amidst all the chaos, Aman helps Anjali catch the last train to her station.❞ -a short story [novella]
