Every morning at 8:15, the metro doors slid open, and Raina stepped into the same carriage, finding her usual spot by the window. She loved watching the city blur past, her mind wandering through the stories of the people around her. One day, a new face caught her attention—a man with dark hair and an air of quiet contemplation.
Rahul had noticed Raina too. Her serene presence and the way she lost herself in thought intrigued him. He found himself looking forward to the daily commute, hoping for a glimpse of her gentle smile.
For weeks, they exchanged shy glances, each too hesitant to break the silence. The bustling metro was their silent connection, a backdrop to the unspoken bond growing between them. One rainy morning, the metro was unusually crowded. Raina was pushed closer to Rahul, and as their hands brushed, a spark of courage ignited.
"Hi, I'm Rahul," he said, his voice a soft rumble above the noise.
"Raina," she replied, her heart pounding.
From that moment, their journey transformed. Each day, they shared stories, laughter, and dreams. The metro became their haven, a place where time slowed down just for them. They talked about everything—books, music, life, and love. The city outside the windows became a blur as their connection deepened.
One evening, as the sun set and the metro sped through the twilight, Rahul took a deep breath. "Raina, would you like to go for a coffee sometime? Off the metro, I mean."
Raina's eyes sparkled but then clouded over. "Rahul, I need to tell you something. I'm married."
Rahul felt a pang in his chest. "I am too," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.
The metro continued to move, but for them, time seemed to stand still. The weight of their words hung heavily in the air, the reality of their situation sinking in. They sat in silence, their hearts aching with the impossibility of their love.
As the train pulled into the final station, they stood up, their usual anticipation replaced with a deep sadness. "Goodbye, Raina," Rahul said, his voice choked with emotion.
They walked away in opposite directions, their hearts heavy with the knowledge that they had found something beautiful but unattainable. The metro doors closed behind them, sealing their story within its walls, a bittersweet memory of a love that could never be.
Every morning at 8:15, Raina still took the same metro, but now the journey felt emptier, the city outside a blur of lost possibilities. Rahul did the same, their brief encounter a poignant reminder of the love they had found and lost in the whispers of the metro.
Note: inspired from a real life incident of a friend of mine. Names changed
