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Some seats are just seats. Some delays are just delays. Some arguments are just arguments.
And then there is Seat 12A.
Raghav Prasad just wanted to go home. Two weeks in Jamshedpur, his cousin's wedding, relatives asking about his marriage plans, and now a delayed IndiGo flight from Ranchi to Delhi. All he needed was his window seat, some music and two quiet hours.
What he got was Advika.
Same seat. Same boarding pass. Zero intention of moving.
What starts as a petty argument at row 12; settled, embarrassingly, by rock paper scissors turns into the longest two hours of Raghav's very organized, very routine life.
A story about two strangers, one middle seat, and the kind of turbulence that has nothing to do with weather.