β γ β¦ π¨ πΊππππ ππ πππ πΉππππ β¦ γβ
A wrong seat.
A ππ¨π§π -hour train journey.
And two strangers who were never supposed to meet.
Kritika Guhoo never believed in filmy coincidences. Trains were just trains, journeys were just journeys β until a wrong coach, a ten-hour ride, and a boy with the softest smile turned her ordinary trip into something she couldnβt name.
Siddharth Sinha wasnβt looking for love. As a young rookie journalist chasing stories for The Daily Chronicles, all he wanted was a headline-worthy piece β not a girl with messy hair, starry eyes, and a kind of chaos that spells trouble in capital letters.
But somewhere between endless cups of chai, stolen glances, and silly arguments, the journey stopped feeling like just a journey.
When a mix-up in seat numbers forces them to share the same berth, will those ten hours write a story worth keeping β or will everything end when the train finally stops?
ββββΰ¨ΰ§ββββ
Write a comment ...