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On a crowded day, when engines groaned and people hurried without looking up, the old bus rolled through the city like it always did-tired, noisy, unnoticed. Yet, in the crush of commuters and the scatter of everyday chaos, it carried two strangers whose paths had never crossed until then.
She was quiet, tucked into corners, hiding behind music and daydreams.
He was steady, sharp-edged, moving with a purpose the world couldn't slow down.
They never came looking for each other.
But the bus, with its uneven jolts and coincidental routes, kept bringing them back-day after day, stop after stop. In its rattling aisles and borrowed spaces, something small began to grow, the kind of story born not in grand gestures but in passing glances and silent nearness.
It was just another crowded day.
And yet, it wasn't.
Because some journeys don't start with words-
They start with a bus that decides to bring two lives a little closer.
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PUBLISHED : 28th November, 2025
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