MARRIED 'SINGLES'

RAJ AND SIMRAN

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Mahir Sehgal hurriedly boarded the train, barely making it to his seat in time. Settling down, he opened the window next to him and reached into his bag for a water bottle, taking a refreshing sip. He felt relieved that he had caught the train just in time. Placing the bottle back, he gazed out the window, enjoying the early moments of the journey. Suddenly, a frantic female voice from outside interrupted his tranquility.

"Excuse me... stop, please!"

Mahir chuckled softly to himself. "Does she think this is a bus or a taxi?" he mumbled, catching a glimpse of the distressed woman.

The first thing he noticed was her captivating eyes, big and deeply magnificent. She wore a sky-blue suit, her face partially covered with a matching scarf, and her long hair flowed behind her as she ran desperately to catch the train.

"HELLO MISTER! STOP OGLING ME AND HELP ME GET ON THE TRAIN," she screamed, snapping him out of his daze. Realizing he had been staring, Mahir quickly stood up from his seat, grateful that his seat was right by the door.

"Hey, give me your hand," he called out, extending his arm towards her. She hesitated for a second before reaching out. Her fingertips brushed against his, but she didn't grasp his hand firmly.

"What are you waiting for? Grab my hand and get in," he urged, sensing the train was picking up speed.

"Wait... I've always had this fantasy about 'DDLJ' since I was a child," she shouted.

"What DDLJ?" Mahir asked, confused.

"Don't you know 'DDLJ'? What a boring life... It's a Shah Rukh Khan movie... SHAHRUKH KHAN," she exclaimed while still running.

"I can't believe you're talking about a film at this time! Are you mad?" he retorted, his hand starting to ache.

"Yes, I wish someone would play background music right now. It would be awesome, right?"

"She is definitely mad," Mahir muttered with a frown.

"If you don't catch my hand right now, I will leave you here. I'm sure you'll reach Mumbai if you keep running like this," he threatened, beginning to withdraw his hand.

"WAIT, RAJ JI!"

"RAJ? WHO THE HELL IS RAJ NOW?" he exclaimed, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets.

"I mean... I don't know your name. Please help this helpless Simran," she pleaded. Her tone managed to melt his irritated heart, and he extended his hand once more.

This time, she clutched his hand firmly, and he pulled her in swiftly. Her body swayed ardently due to the sudden motion and fell against his chest. His arms instinctively wrapped around her petite waist, preventing both of them from falling. Her sweet rose scent engulfed his senses, and his previous irritation and confusion evaporated instantly.

She smells good!

"I'm sorry, Raj ji," she mumbled immediately, backing off. Mahir's expression changed.

In the process, her grip slipped on her bag, and it fell straight onto Mahir's left foot.

"Ouch! Kya musibat hai yaar," he yelped, limping.

"Oh my God! I am so sorry, Raj ji. It was unintentional," she gasped.

He scoffed at the name and moved back, entering his compartment. "For the nth time, I am not Raj, okay?"

"Yeah, I know you don't look like Raj from any angle, but I am Simran," she mumbled under her breath, thinking he wouldn't hear it. Unfortunately for her, he heard every word and facepalmed himself.

"What a weird creation, God," he muttered, settling back into his seat and removing his shoe to inspect his foot, checking if his toe was alright.

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