Истории Trainromance

Some stories don't start with a hello. They start with a glance. Two strangers. One train ride. A love story they never saw coming.

Un drum lung, două mâini inghețate și puțină oboseală m-au făcut să scriu asta.

and when she looked and his eyes were already set on her. with the scenes of mumbai's very own local train. a short romance played in modern india.

In a world where secrets run deep and trust is a luxury, **Pihu Arora**, a 24-year-old journalist, is determined to find the truth, even if it means battling her own broken heart. Haunted by family trauma and a past full of betrayal, she's built walls around herself, refusing to believe in love. But when her path crosses with **Vishu Singh Shekhawat**, the cold, grumpy CEO of Shekhawat Industries, she's drawn into a dangerous game. Vishu, a powerful mafia kingpin running one of the most feared criminal empires in India, hides his dark, deadly life behind a mask of sophistication. As their worlds collide,Pihu uncovers the shocking truth about Vishu's hidden identity-one that could destroy them both. Will their undeniable attraction be enough to break through their walls, or will their darkest secrets tear them apart? A story of love, betrayal, and redemption, where every truth has its price.

On a crisp autumn as the train rhythmically clacked along its tracks, I noticed her. She sat by the window, her hazel eyes reflecting the passing scenery with a hint of curiosity. Her long, chestnut hair cascaded over her shoulders, occasionally catching the light filtering through the train's windows. I couldn't help but steal glances at her. She seemed lost in thought, occasionally scribbling in a worn notebook nestled in her lap. Each stroke of her pen seemed deliberate, as if capturing fleeting moments before they vanished into memory. When our eyes finally met, a shy smile graced her lips. It was then I noticed the faint dimples that appeared when she smiled, adding to her effortless charm. With a gentle nod, she gestured towards the empty seat beside her, inviting me to share the journey. As the train hummed along, we exchanged stories as effortlessly as old friends catching up after years apart. She spoke of her travels, of places that felt like home despite being thousands of miles away. Her laughter was infectious, weaving through the air like a melody that lingered long after it ended. Time seemed to bend around us, hours slipping by unnoticed until the train announced our nearing destination. With a pang of reluctance, we exchanged contact information, promising to stay in touch as we stepped off the train and into the bustling station. Even now, the memory of that chance encounter on a train lingers like the echo of a beautiful melody, a reminder of the serendipity that can unfold in the most unexpected moments of life.

(Completed) Jeon jungkook a simple middle-class family man was forced to come to Daegu as his father had arranged his marriage with his business partner's son. He never knew one day of his life that too on a train is going to change his life forever. What happens when he travels to Daegu with an unknown passenger along with him. There is a saying, "Sometimes the wrong train can take you to the right decision" Is it really the right destination? ~yuritoru007 MAIN SHIP: TAEKOOK STARTED: 1st Feb 2021 ENDED: 9th May 2021

Every morning, the Kalka-Shimla toy train carries new strangers and old stories. Aarav is used to both-until a girl he's never seen takes Seat 12 and falls asleep on his shoulder like she's done it a hundred times before. They keep meeting on the same train. Same seats. Same quiet pull between them. They were so lost in talk that they always forget to exchange their number Until one day... Seat 12 is empty. Now Aarav must search for a girl he's falling for- A girl he barely knows- before fate takes her away for good.

Every Saturday, two strangers met on Train No.301-never talking much, never knowing names, just shy glances and quiet gestures. She drew him. He noticed. A gifted notebook. A missed Saturday. A message left behind. And now, in the final ride of her journey... he returns. A Pocket Story of feelings, desi warmth, and the slow, delicate rhythm of falling in love without ever saying it.