The train station was almost empty.
Only the sound of wind and a distant announcement filled the cold evening air.
Aarav stood near platform number three, holding a small white envelope in his hand.
He had read the name written on it a hundred times.
"For Meera."
His fingers trembled slightly.
Not because of the cold…
but because tonight was the last chance to say everything he never said.
Three years.
Three long years of silence.
And still, her memories felt as fresh as yesterday.