Rain Trains And love (Short love Story)
“Wow, this is just perfect. A delayed train, a storm that thinks it’s in a disaster movie, and no way to get home. Love that for me,” Kriti muttered, cursing herself , glaring at her phone.
From the bench nearby, a sharp but loud voice piped up, “At least you’ve got the attitude to match the weather. Very ‘main character in a tragic romance.’”
Kriti glanced up to see a guy sitting there, casually eating peanuts. His hair was a wet mess, his shirt clung to him, and yet, he was grinning like this was some fun adventure.
“And you’re what? Comic relief?” she shot back.
“Maybe,” he said with a shrug. “Name’s Rohan. You?”
“Kriti said annoyedly . But let’s skip the introductions and get straight to you minding your business.”
Rohan chuckled. “Fair enough. Although, sitting here in silence while we wait for a trains sounds pretty boring.”
Kriti groaned but sat down next to rohan. “Fine. I’ve got nothing better to do anyway. Besides, this day can’t get any worse.”
“That bad, huh?”
“You have no idea,” Kriti said, shaking her head. “My boyfriend dumped me two weeks ago. Over text. Said I’m too independent. What does that mean?”
Rohan raised his eyebrows. “Wow. Sounds interesting . Let me guess—he also wanted you to give up on your dreams and start his fan club?”
Kriti couldn’t help but laugh. “Exactly! Like, sorry for not being clingy enough for you, dude.”
Rohan Shaking his head , popping another peanut into his mouth. “Well, since we’re sharing, my fiancée dumped me six months ago. Said I don’t take life seriously enough.”
Kriti Looked a rohan from head to toe . “And yet, here you are, sitting in a storm, eating peanuts like life’s a picnic. She might’ve had a point.”
“ouch,” he said dramatically , pretending to look hurt. Kriti rolled her eyes “ don;t give me a puppy face , right now , seriously.
They both started laughing, louder than they probably should’ve at a nearly empty station. The rain pounded on the roof, but suddenly, it didn’t feel so bad.
For the next hour, they traded breakup horror stories—Kriti’s ex who didn’t know how to cook but criticized her cooking, and Rohan’s ex who called him “too chill” while having a meltdown over a slightly overripe banana.
When the announcement for their trains finally came, they both sighed.
“Well,” Rohan said, standing up, “back to real life.”
Kriti nodded. “Yeah. Thanks for… I don’t know, making this night less terrible.”
“Anytime,” he said, handing her his umbrella. “Here, keep this. A little gift from one heartbroken survivor to another.”
She blinked at him. “Seriously? What about you?”
“I’ll be fine. I’ve got peanuts and charm,” he said, grinning.
Kriti shook her head, smiling as she watched him walk to his platform. As her train arrived, she glanced back to see him waving. She waved back, her chest feeling a little lighter than it had in weeks.
Sometimes, a storm isn’t the worst thing. Sometimes, it’s just the start of something better.
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