The next day, Aarav saw her again. Same platform. Same time.
This time, courage won.
"Are you waiting for someone?" he asked softly.
She hesitated. "Yes… maybe. Or maybe I'm waiting for answers."
Her name was Meera.
Over the next few days, they spoke more. Meera loved rain, old songs, and mystery novels. Aarav loved silence, stars, and sketching faces he couldn't forget.
One evening, Meera accidentally left behind her blue diary.
Aarav didn't mean to read it.
But he did.
Inside were strange entries:
"If anything happens to me, it wasn't an accident."
"He's still watching."
"Trust no one."
Aarav's heart pounded.
Who was watching her?