After the waiting room debacle, Arnavi and Ruhaan finally boarded their respective trains, only to discover they were on the same train, headed to Delhi. Arnavi couldn't believe her luck as she searched for her seat, her eyes scanning the compartment.
Ruhaan, carrying his luggage, sauntered in, a smirk on his face. "Well, well, well. Look who's here. The feminist queen, searching for her throne."
Arnavi shot him an angry glare, her eyes flashing with annoyance. "Mind your own business, misogynist."
As she found her seat, her heart sank. She had been assigned the lower berth, seat number 54. And, to her dismay, Ruhaan was right next to her, seat number 55.
Their eyes met, and they exchanged angry glares, the tension between them palpable.
As night fell, Ruhaan wanted to keep the lights on, while Arnavi insisted on switching them off. "I need to sleep," she said, her voice firm.
"Suit yourself, but I'm reading," Ruhaan retorted, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
The bickering continued, with neither willing to give in. Finally, the lights remained on, casting an uncomfortable glow over their compartment.
As they settled in for the long journey ahead, Arnavi and Ruhaan couldn't help but steal glances at each other, their mutual dislike simmering just below the surface..
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Guys I am new writer .It's my first day hence I am giving 3 chapters a time .I will be waiting till next week to see your response and also if you want any specific chapter or themes in stories do comment down below.
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Mystery / ThrillerHi guys I want to make some things Clear 1) I am a student so I won't be able to write frequently 2) English is not my first language so please co operate 3) Disclaimers: If you like the female lead to be poor, innocent girl always dependent on o...
