The Trains Of Mumbai

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"Oh shit, how would you reach your home now? Wasn't that the last train? Who knows when the next train will be scheduled!"

"I can manage that, you don't have to worry Anjali." Aman smiled looking at her, he always did. He couldn't help when she was near, with him. It was so overwhelming for him to be near her while he used to think they lost contact for good.

Anjali frowned, "Okay but then you should catch a rickshaw or a cab."

"I would but you were right, I did shift but just at the next station. Since it's raining so much, the traffic would be hectic. I can just walk and reach earlier."

"No way in such a weather, are you serious? You'll fall sick." She clutched his hand which was holding the umbrella they were under.

"Seems like I have no other option, I have to."

"Why on the earth would you walk around without carrying an umbrella or a raincoat during monsoon?"

"I actually travel in my car but the roads got blocked. I was stuck in the traffic for almost an hour, it was pathetic. I had to leave it at my friend's place nearby."

"Oh, that sucks. Wait you can take my umbrella!" Anjali offered enthusiastically, maybe the umbrella would play the reason they might meet again. It happened in the k-dramas she watched, maybe she could manifest them for her as well.

"No way." Aman frowned, "You'll fall sick then."

"Firstly I am catching a rickshaw to my place and secondly if I do fall sick, I'm going to be anyway, I'm already wet." She motioned her hand towards her wet clothes.

"But are you sure-

"Yes, please I insist."

"Okay since you insist, I'll take up your offer but first I'll help you catch a ride."

"You don't have to, you have already helped me enough, Aman. You shouldn't have left the train for me. Please leave before the weather gets worse." She couldn't help but worry.

"Anjali let me, please." His pleading command made her ponder, this man never changed. He cared and worried about her too much. She knew he would stress all the way home and it might get him in some trouble.

She pouted, "Okay."

Aman smiled , "But as soon as you reach your home, you better leave me a message." she ordered. "Or even a call is fine."

"Yes ma'am!"

"Your number though, what is it? Let me add it in my phone."

"I haven't changed my number, i mean....in case you still have it."

"Oh, I had to change my number but I do have yours."

"You saved it?"

"I remember it."