The taxi halted just outside the bustling railway station, where loud announcements echoed over the crowd and a mix of locals and tourists buzzed around. The smell of street snacks lingered in the air—spiced peanuts, roasted corn, and boiling tea.
As Aaryaksh stepped out, he felt like he had been dropped into organised chaos. People moved in every direction, ticket queues stretched endlessly, and in the far corner, a group of protesters chanted slogans about fuel prices and government negligence. It wasn't exactly a revolution, but in today's India, small insurrections were not uncommon—especially in towns like this that straddled old traditions and growing frustrations.
Ignoring the crowd, after getting off Aaryaksh leaned towards the car's driver window toward Vaidehi trying to pay her the fare. But she casually waved it off, flashing a soft smile.
"Save it for dinner. If we ever meet again,"
He hesitated, watching her for a moment longer. Under the soft yellow street lights, even though very low light get inside car still she looked stunning. Her black top hugged her frame, the wide neckline loosely dipping across one shoulder. The black choker against her pale neck added a wild, untamed elegance. That sensual combination of maturity and mischief was something he wouldn't forget anytime soon.
Before he could ask for contacts, she droved away towards the parking, and he made way through the crowd. Even though the station was massive, but still it felt like navigating through a battleground of people. Weaved past families, vendors, a man aggressively hawking plastic toys, and…
'wait—why were those two behind me?'
As he glanced back and couldn't help but chuckle.
Kiyana, bless her poor choice of outfit, was struggling like a cat in a thunderstorm. Her dress was slightly below the knees, exposing enough smooth, fair legs, but due to her one piece her struggle was far from elegant. Her high heels kept catching in cracks or brushing against people's bags. Her bust—round and prominent even under her soft fabric—bounced uncomfortably with every awkward step.
"Seeing this even if I want I cant stop laughing" Aaryaksh murmured
Right behind her was Vaidehi, making it through with surprising ease. Her cowboy-styled outfit gave her both mobility and charm. The low rise sleek and skinny jeans and heeled boots were commanding attention, and yet she moved with grace, her black top gently bouncing above her melons as she pushed past the crowd. But her sleek tan leather jacket clearly securing her prestige.
Then, disaster struck.
Kiyana stumbled and, unable to steady herself, tripped forward—falling squarely onto a flustered college boy in a red hoodie. He froze, and I swear his face turned crimson as her body pressed against him. Her round chest had practically smothered the poor guy.
Vaidehi swiftly moved trying to catch her but ended up falling too—though thankfully onto the ground, not on someone. Kiyana's position was painfully awkward. One leg bent, dress slightly hiked, her soft thighs and sleek calves barely hidden. Vaidehi, despite the moment, remained calm and quickly helped her up.
Aaryaksh rushed to them, but as soon as he arrived, he couldn't hold it in—and burst into laughter.
Kiyana's glare could've frozen fire.
"You're laughing? Really?"
she snapped, brushing her dress down, her flushed cheeks puffing adorably.
"Sorry… just… the timing," tried to speak, still chuckling.
"Vaidehi, I swear this guy's insane," she huffed, while Vaidehi chuckled too, patting her back.
"Chill, Kiya. That fall was hilarious, admit it," she winked.
She had taken Kiyana to the nearby bench and fetched a bottle of water for her to calm her down.
Still Kiyana was totally frustrated upon me.
"And you after seeing me into such a mess now it's better for you to get lost or I'll soon loose my mind"
Kiyana angrily scolded Aaryaksh
Seeing her frustrated Vaidehi smiled and assured him not to worry about them and advised to get my ticket before counter closing.
Trying not to laugh again, Aaryaksh offered them some space and made my way to the ticket counter.
As he joined the never-ending queue, muttered,
"Aaryaksh, why does trouble keep finding you like a lover in heat?"
The line crawled at a snail's pace. Eighteen minutes later—though it felt like three hours—he finally reached the counter and booked ticket for tomorrow morning train. Only when the man asked for payment did he realised… he had left wallet back at the cottage.
And when he tried securing the payment online of-course his transaction failed. Suddenly he felt his soul escaping the body.
Luckily, he had enough loose change—some in blazer, a few crumpled bills in pant pocket. It was barely enough, but still managed. Vaidehi not asking for taxi fare turned out to be a godsend.
After getting the ticket, He looked around for the girls, but they were gone. Vanished. Like angels—or sirens—just visiting for a moment.
Disappointed, he stepped out of the station booked a fare for his cottage and grabbed a hot tea from a nearby side stall. The steaming paper cup warmed my hand as he leaned back against the pole, sipping slowly. Thinking of today's events sky under bright moon of sweet dark blue sky, cool wind rushed through his face.
Thinking,
'But one thing was certain—today wasn't normal.
And deep down, I felt this wasn't the end of my encounter with the troublemaker Kiyana and sweet Vaidehi.'
and his lips twitched with a calm smile