The Hearts at the Edge of Forever

Chapter 1 : Aaina Mishra

"I like to stay in both delusional and reality" beautifully captures your unique perspective. It shows how you navigate the line between imagination and real-life experiences, enjoying the best of both worlds.

Today, it's the The girl with the dragon tattoo. I grabbed my glasses, adjusted them, and opened the book. Before I knew it, I was completely immersed, the world around me fading away as I lost in my books once again-those bound pieces of heaven that have the power to whisk you away, pulling you completely out of the grip of reality.

After some time, an intense thirst started to creep in, and I instinctively reached for my water bottle. To my dismay, it was completely empty. I let out a quiet sigh, but my focus remained on the book. I thought to myself, I'll buy another one when the station comes, convincing myself that I could wait just a little longer.

When the station finally arrived, I quickly left my seat and made my way toward the door of the coach. The moment I reached the food stall near the platform, I bought a bottle of water along with some wafers, feeling a bit hungry as well. As I made my way back to my cabin, I noticed a girl standing by the door. She was struggling to move her heavy bags from the platform to the train floor, clearly overwhelmed by the weight of a few bulky pieces of luggage.

Seeing her struggle, I couldn't help but approach. 'Let me help you,' I said as I bent down to pick up one of her bags. Oh God, it's goddamn heavy, I thought, feeling the weight immediately. Her efforts to manage the load were clear, and I could tell she was overwhelmed by the heaviness of the bags.

She looked at me with a grateful smile and said, 'Thank you so much.' Her smile, warm and sincere, made me feel even more determined to help her with the heavy load.

She is not just beautiful; her beauty is captivating, and her sense of style is impeccable, showcasing a rare blend of elegance and creativity that truly leaves an impression.

"Why did I even carry these bags? Oh God, why did I come alone?" she blabbered, struggling to balance the heavy load on her shoulders, her frustration evident in every word.

"I now understand your struggle; it's quite heavy. By the way, what's your seat number?"

"I think it's 26," she said, her eyes scanning through her bag as she searched for something, her voice tinged with a hint of frustration.

"Oh, that seat is literally opposite of mine," I said, surprised by the coincidence.

"Really?" she said, her voice filled with surprise as she glanced up at me.

"Yeah, okay, let's be quick, or else the train will start and we'll be left here. My belongings are also in the train," I said, hurriedly picking up her bags from the floor and swinging them onto her shoulder.

We both got into the train, and I escorted her to her seat, which was right opposite mine. I carefully placed her bags under the seat, making sure they were secure.

"Have this," I said, handing her the juice. She looked clearly exhausted, probably from carrying those heavy bags from the entrance to the platform.

"Thank you, you're really sweet," she said, smiling as she sipped the juice, her exhaustion slowly melting away.

I sat down on my seat, took out my book, and started reading, while she was busy scrolling through her phone, lost in her own world.

"By the way, what's your destination?" she asked suddenly, pulling me out of my dream world

"Sorry, I hope I didn't disturb you," she said, noticing I was reading the book.

"Aree, no, it's okay. By the way, my destination is Pune," I replied, answering her question.