Maaneet SS - When We Met On The Train - 20/01/2025 - Chp 3 / Pg 6

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Prologue

In the chaos of the world, we move through countless moments, often unaware of the ones that quietly change everything. But sometimes, in the midst of the everyday chaos, fate steps in - silent, subtle, but powerful. Two strangers may brush past each other a thousand times, yet in the briefest of glances or the smallest of gestures, fate whispers a story waiting to unfold. When two souls are meant to meet, the universe conspires, and in that single moment, a journey begins - one neither can predict, but both will never forget

Index

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 1

Geet Handa’s day began just like every other. The sharp, unforgiving blare of her alarm clock at 6:30 AM cut through the stillness of her apartment. Groggy, she reached out with one hand to silence it, her fingers brushing against the cool, worn-out edge of her comforter as she reluctantly dragged herself out of bed.

Another day, she thought, her body fighting the pull of exhaustion as she blinked against the daylight sneaking in through the window.

Mumbai .... the city of dreams. Or so they called it. But for Geet, dreams weren’t about romantic adventures or grand ambitions. Dreams had deadlines, lines of code to write, and endless meetings to attend. As a senior software engineer in a fast-paced IT firm, there was little room for anything other than work. Her life was planned down to the minute: breakfast in thirty minutes, the 8:00 AM train, a packed day at the office, and then back home by 9:00 PM. Rinse and repeat.

Geet’s apartment was modest...just a small one-bedroom in Andheri. Nothing extravagant. The kitchen was functional at best, the desk in her living room piled high with notebooks and empty coffee cups, and the couch often served as her second bed when late nights at the office wore her out. She’d grown used to this life, this rhythm. There was no space for indulgence, no room for pause. What else is there? she often thought.

The reflection in the mirror this morning was almost automatic...sleek black hair pulled into a tidy ponytail, minimal makeup, a crisp office suit she could wear without thinking. She had perfected the art of blending in. No one ever saw past the composed, professional Geet. They never knew that beneath that confident exterior, there was a woman who was tired. Tired of being alone, tired of the predictability, tired of being a machine that only delivered results.

Her phone buzzed on the counter, breaking her reverie. She glanced at it quickly. Suman - her colleague.

“Geet, don’t forget the 10 AM meeting. CEO’s visiting today. Be prepared!”

Another reminder, another rush. She typed back a quick “Got it. On my way.” and grabbed her bag, slipping out the door into the bustle of the morning streets.

Mumbai had its own rhythm, its own beat. The honking taxis, the street vendors hawking their wares, the dense crowd of people all jostling, pushing, rushing to carve out some meaning from the chaos. As she made her way to the station, Geet took it all in, not necessarily in awe, but with the resigned acceptance that this was her life. The smell of hot pav bhaji in the air, the exhaust fumes mixing with the warmth of the city - these smells had become as much a part of her as her morning coffee.

She reached Andheri station just in time, already feeling the familiar press of the crowd. The trains were always crowded, always a battle for space. But today, like every day, she just wanted peace - just a quiet few minutes to mentally prepare for another day of code and deadlines.

She found her usual spot by the door, gripping the handle above her head. As the train jerked into motion, Geet pulled out her phone, running through her calendar for the day. Another day of delivering. No time for distractions. But then, a burst of laughter caught her attention...a group of schoolboys, teasing each other, their carefree voices echoing in the otherwise quiet car. Geet smiled despite herself. It reminded her of simpler times, of the days when her biggest concern was which subject to choose for her final exams, not which project deadline to meet.

Her mind drifted to her family. Her parents, always well-meaning, always reminding her to “find the right guy.” The last time they’d spoken, her mother had asked if she was still waiting for the right one. “I’m focused on my career, Mom. I don’t need anyone right now,” was always her response. And it was true...at least on the surface.

But the truth was, sometimes, when the apartment was silent and the city outside was just a blur of noise, Geet felt an emptiness she couldn’t ignore. She longed for something more than the endless lines of code. She longed for someone who saw her, truly saw her, not just as the woman who could troubleshoot their software issues. But there was no time for that. Not now.

As the train sped toward her office stop, a sudden unease washed over her, the kind she couldn’t explain. It wasn’t fear. Just an odd sensation, like a subtle shift in the air. As if something was about to change. No, she quickly scolded herself, just another long day.

Her phone buzzed again. “Reminder: CEO visit. Don’t forget the demo presentation,” Suman’s message read.

Sighing, Geet checked her watch. The train was almost at her stop. She barely had time for a coffee before the madness of the day began.

But just as the train lurched to a stop, something caught her eye. She froze...just for a split second...her gaze locking on a man standing at the edge of the platform. He was tall, sharply dressed in a suit that looked too crisp for the local train crowd, his posture so poised it seemed almost out of place amidst the usual chaos. And then, his eyes met hers...dark, intense, unreadable.

Geet’s breath caught in her throat. The moment lasted only an instant before the doors slid shut and the train pulled away, but her heart was racing. What was that?

For a second, her mind scrambled for some explanation. She had to remind herself that it was just another face in the crowd. Another stranger. But as the train picked up speed, her thoughts clung to him, to that brief moment. The image of his face lingered longer than she expected.

She shook her head, trying to rid herself of the feeling, but it stayed with her. She had no time for distractions. No time to wonder about a fleeting encounter with someone she would probably never see again.

But deep inside, something stirred. A strange anticipation, like a quiet whisper telling her that today...just maybe...something in her life was about to change.

Tagging more members wo might be interested as you all were active followers of my previous stories.

Please scroll up for prologue and chapter 1...do comment your views

Tagging more members wo might be interested as you all were active followers of my previous stories.

Please scroll up for prologue and chapter 1...do comment your views

Tagging more members wo might be interested as you all were active followers of my previous stories.

Please scroll up for prologue and chapter 1...do comment your views

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congrats for new story

interesting

geet living alone in mumbai n busy with her work in office

geet refusing her mother who talk about marriage as her concentration is only on her carrier

but one face capture her mind on her busy day

Congrats on the SS

Captivating prologue.... nicely written

Chapter 1

Geet indeed lives a hectic life

sad that she has no time for herself

so she leads a mechanical life

at least her colleague reminded her of the CEO's visit

of cos her parents want her to find the right guy

as expected Geet is clearly focused on her career

but she does feel some emptiness

Geet's eye caught the a man who seemed out of place

was that Maan?

then their eyes met

she was clearly affected

Geet's thoughts were reasonable

I think that they will meet again.....

looks like Geet's life will change