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different pov's but same emotions.
Her POV:
The train shrieked as it stopped at my station. I was maybe kinda dozing off. But the shriek sure woke me up. I carried all my bags, my hair still messy, and my jhumka stuck in between my hair and ran through the crowds at the exit door. I finally pushed myself out but sort of tripped. It wasn't that bad a thing to be honest. I was caught by a random guy. As I turned to see the guy, I couldn't take my eyes off him. His eyes, God, was like the only ocean I was ready to drown in. His hair seemed too good to be true. His hand then moved to my ear, he detangled the jhumka from my hair....
The train shrieked as it stopped at my station. I was maybe kinda dozing off. But the shriek sure woke me up. I carried all my bags, my hair still messy, and my jhumka stuck in between my hair and ran through the crowds at the exit door. I finally pushed myself out but sort of tripped. It wasn't that bad a thing to be honest. I was caught by a random guy. As I turned to see the guy, I couldn't take my eyes off him. His eyes, God, was like the only ocean I was ready to drown in. His hair seemed too good to be true. His hand then moved to my ear, he detangled the jhumka from my hair....
