The Trains Of Mumbai

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When Anjali reached the station, a few minutes before her train would arrive, she was surprised to see Aman standing a few feet away from the entrance.

Aman who was typing on his phone looked up when he felt her gaze on him. Pocketing his phone he walked towards her,

"Anjali, hey." he gave her his signature smile.

"Hey, what a coincidence! I did not expect to see you here." She returned his smile with her own. Liar, she totally was hoping to see him again.

"I actually came here to meet you." He nervously rubbed the back of his neck.

"Ohh!'

"Yes, yes! I have to give you something, I mean I need to return you something of yours."

"Return me something?" The gods of K-dramas rewarded her worship.

Quickly slinging his backpack to the front, he unzipped the chain and took out an umbrella. The same umbrella she had offered him to take.

Anjali shook her head and laughed, "Aman, this was unnecessary. You didn't have to come all the way here just for an umbrella. " She tried to act oblivious as she was a person who wears her thoughts on her face.

"I thought you might need it, the monsoon has just begun." He foolishly tried to reason.

"Yeah, but I could just get another umbrella. In fact, I do have one with me right now." Anjali mentally slapped herself, what was wrong with her? She was acting like one of her relatives now.

"Anjali, I wanted to." He sounded desperate and maybe he was.

The look in his eyes said it all. They both knew it was not about the umbrella but her, he had come here to meet her. He wanted to meet her.

"That's really sweet of you, thank you."

"Maybe carry it with you for the next time we bump into each other." He winked making her giggle.