Any Time You Lost I’ll Guide You short Love Story
Swapping Bags, Swapping Lives
Ayan was tired. His flight from Bangalore to Delhi was delayed, the cab driver tried to cheat him, and now—standing outside his hotel—he saw the biggest problem.
The bag he was holding? Not his. This can be happening to me
“Bhaiya, does this bag look like mine in any way?” Ayan muttered, staring at the pink suitcase with a unicorn keychain. His suitcase was black. This was… definitely not black.
At the same time, in another part of the city, Naina opened her suitcase at home. Inside, she found men’s shirts, socks, and—was that a packet of noodles?
“Who keeps noodles in a travel bag?” she muttered, pulling out a t-shirt that said “Introvert But Willing To Discuss Food.”
Right then, her phone buzzed. A WhatsApp message from an unknown number.
Unknown Number: I think we have swapped each other’s luggage. Unless you also love wearing oversized men’s shirts and eating noodles at midnight?
Naina sighed. She muttered to herself, “What kind of idiot texts like this?”
She replied: Meet me at Caffeine Addict Café in an hour. Don’t be late, Mr noodles
At the moment ayan look the message , he has a bad feeling , this is going to be disaster he mutter himself
A Café, An Argument, and a Coffee Spill
Ayan reached the café seven minutes late. (Which, in Indian time, was actually early.)
Naina sat near the window, tapping her nails on the table. “Wow, you’re late. Maps ki kasam, there was no traffic!”
Ayan sat down across from her and placed her suitcase on the table. “Delhi’s traffic and karma—you can never trust them.”
“Funny,” fair enough, “ Naina said without smiling. “Now, give me my bag before I lose my patience.”
Ayan pushed her suitcase forward. “Only if I get mine.”
She slid his black bag across the table. “Fair trade.”
Just then, the waiter, a nervous guy named Amit, accidentally knocked over a tray. A full glass of iced coffee spilled right onto Naina’s white kurti.
Ayan took a deep breath. “Oof. That’s—”
“Say one word, angrily and I will make sure your next flight is straight to hell,” Naina said, glaring at him.
Amit panicked. “Madam, I—I am so sorry!”
“Great, now I look like a coffee experiment gone wrong,” Naina groaned. “Ugh” i
Ayan strongly tried not to laugh and handed her a tissue.
“Shut up, noodles boy.”
The Auto-Rickshaw Disaster
They both leave a cafe Simultaneously
Ayan planned to leave, but somehow, they ended up sharing an auto. Blame it on the Delhi heat, bad luck, or Ayan’s habit of saying dumb things that made Naina angry.
“Bhaiya, CP chaloge?” Ayan asked the auto driver.
“Sir, meter se chalenge,” the driver said with a serious face.
Ayan and Naina looked at each other in shock. A Delhi auto driver using the meter? Historic moment.
As they sat inside, the bumpy roads made their ride feel like a rollercoaster.
“You know, my luck is so bad,” Ayan sighed, “if I ever join yoga, I’ll pull a muscle while sitting cross-legged.”
Naina rolled her eyes. “Your luck isn’t bad. You are.“
“Ouch. Do your insults come with a price tag?”
She smirked. “No. But for you, they’re free.”
Right then, the auto driver hit the brakes suddenly, and Ayan almost fell over.
“Bhaiya, at least give a warning before stopping!” Ayan complained.
“Sir, this is an auto,
Even Naina laughed at that one.
Getting Lost, Finding Something Else
As expected, Ayan’s sense of direction was terrible. What should have been a five-minute walk turned into them getting lost in a street full of fake branded clothes.
“Amazing,” Naina said sarcastically. “Not only did you lose the way, but you also gave me a tour of ‘Genuine as Duplicate’ street.”
Ayan scratched his head. “It’s not my fault! Maps tricked me!”
“Bro, Maps didn’t tell you to take a left into a street where even WiFi refuses to work.”
They argued, they laughed, they walked. And somewhere between bad jokes and sarcastic comments, something changed.
By the time they reached CP, the sun was setting, covering the city in orange light.
“You know,” Ayan said, “this was probably the most fun I’ve had while being lost.”
Naina smirked. “Well, next time you get lost, don’t expect me to guide you.”
Ayan grinned. “Any time you’re lost, I’ll guide you.”
She raised an eyebrow. “Dude, you literally got us lost today.”
He shrugged. “Details.”
As they walked away, neither of them said it out loud, but they both knew—sometimes, getting lost is just another way of finding something unexpected.
Maybe even someone.