The One Night (That) Stands! – Part 3.

Continued …

Gingerly placing her foot on the steps, she landed quietly on the floor. She faced to give him a quick smile but he was looking out into the blackness. “Fine,” is all she thought. She sat opposite to him on the other end of the berth and put her cell on charge. Waiting for it to boot, she started looking in his direction discreetly, choosing to stare at the space beyond him. She folded her legs and brought her knees close to her chest. She made herself comfortable, tilting her head and resting it near the window sill.

​He was reading, sometimes staring at the pitch black interspersed with white blobs. He wanted to speak with her, listen to her voice again, but was wondering how to begin. She was looking beyond him. Her hair tied loosely in plaits, falling on her right shoulder, her glasses on; lost in thoughts she looked adorable, sitting right in front of him. A while later, she started texting constantly. In between, she pulled the window up halfway. The cool breeze blew through those curls and sleep started fluttering in her eyes. He could make out she was tired.

She was tired of talking to her friends and coordinating between them both. In between while waiting for the network to catch up, she kept her phone aside and closed her eyes.

While sleep bewitched her, it eluded him. He realized after a while that she’d fallen asleep with her legs still pulled to her chest, hands crossing her knees and head still tilted. Closing his book, he chose to simply sit and gaze at the face that had captured his attention. Was he dying to get to know her or what?!

Afraid she might catch a cold; he picked her blanket from the upper berth and put it over her. Satisfied, she would be fine, he decided to give sleep a shot.

She yawned and opened her eyes. She was blankly staring at the man sleeping before her. It took her a while to realize what must have happened last night. She straightened her head while her neck muscles cried with searing pain. Blinking sleep out of her eyes, she picked up her cell. It showed 5:56 am. She’d slept through the night on his berth while he must have been awake or terribly uncomfortable while sleeping, at least. She then noticed her blanket draped on her. Pleasantly shocked, a small smile on her face, she admired what she saw. The rising sun never looked so beautiful.

At 6:15 am, her alarm rang out, waking him out of his slumber. While he was still stirring out of his sleep, she sheepishly climbed up her berth again. Her station had almost arrived by the time she assembled everything and made herself presentable again. When she came down again, she noticed, he was ready to move out too.

The train chugged into the platform. They stood side by side, each hoping for the other to begin. Passengers were bustling around them. She looked at him out of the corner of her eye. He was looking out at the platform. “I should at least thank him out of gratitude,” she thought. Unable to take it anymore, she closed her eyes, took a really deep breath, exhaled, and before her mind changed itself, she turned to speak to him. But he was rummaging for something, in his backpack, book in hand! As the train came to a halt, two men came up from behind to greet him. Friends, brothers, whatever. She wasn’t interested. She was disappointed. She looked away.

As they led him away, she picked up her suitcase and bag, not wanting to waste anymore time. There was a book lying on the berth. Hastily, she picked it up!

She thought she caught a fleeting glimpse of a smile in her direction, as she saw him out on the platform.

He thought he caught a fleeting glimpse of the book in her hand before he turned away.

On instinct, she opened the book. Scribbled across the first page, was a name and number. Indeed, he did make the first move! And she couldn’t wait to make the next!


Graciously Yours!

P.S. : I cannot wait for criticism (hopefully, constructive!), love, humour and kindness to be showered on the piece. Please tell me if you like it. It’ll encourage me to pen some more of these πŸ™‚

Published by AditiChandak

Writing is the passion... Thoughts arise, words flow and the excitement never subsides!

15 thoughts on “The One Night (That) Stands! – Part 3.

  1. Its a really sweet and intriguing prequel to what I can expect to be an epic love story…in all the three parts, what dominated the most was the description of characters and their growing attraction for each other, which you can be absolutely proud of…overall very innocent and sweet ending (unlike my psychotic endings).


  2. I have been reading all the parts and OFFCOURSE I love it .. regarding criticism I dont think I can do that, because its a lovely story and i enjoyed reading it .. SO Thank you for writing the story and sharing with us all..

    as the first comment the characters were good and I like stories where not very BIG words are used nice and simple , which people like me can understand ..

    so well done and keep them coming . Sorry if i did not comment on the previous two , I was waiting for the story to conclude ..

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Please do not apologize! I can understand the anticipation I had built up! πŸ˜›

      Personally, I avoid using big words cuz though they embellish the pages, they don’t go down well with all… πŸ™‚ And I want everyone to read me and enjoy. Like everyone!

      Thank you for the feedback πŸ™‚

      P.S. How’s your cheque coming along?


  3. HeyLo!!

    I just found your AMAZING blog and fell in love with it!! I love the way you have your own style of writing too!!
    Plus it is always overwhelming to interact with another Indian Blogger!!
    πŸ˜‰ Keep up the great work!!
    Take care
    From the not so-


    1. HeyLo! πŸ˜‰

      Thank you so much for the lovely words you bestowed upon my blog! I’ll drop by your blog once I am done with my exams πŸ˜‰

      I am just putting up a quick post right now and getting back to studies πŸ˜›

      Take care!


  4. Such a beautiful composition.loved the minutest details that you’ve encompassed between lines . I truly lived every moment & loved every line of it.. I wish I had the patience to write more. Bless

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