The station was buzzing with people, the warm desert air carrying the scent of tea, dust, and old stories. As the train hissed to a halt, Shiv, Samaira, and Krishna stepped down with their bags slung casually on their shoulders.
Samaira adjusted her dupatta and looked around, her eyes lighting up with a nostalgic smile. “Okay, so first stop… Shiv’s place,” she said, a soft determination in her tone.
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