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Every year, on the same day, he met the love of his life at a railway station. He just didn't know she was already dying.
The rain had been falling since morning, casting a gray veil over the city. Heavy clouds choked the sky, while a restless tide of passengers surged through the railway station—a frantic, shifting mosaic of lives in transit. Some sprinted toward departing trains, breathless and desperate; some whispered final, tearful goodbyes; others stood still, breathing in the scent of home after years of displacement. Amidst this chaos stood Aarav Malhotra. A camera rested against his chest like a heartbeat, and a now-useless train ticket was crumpled in his grip. He checked his watch. Then checked it again. And again. The train had long since departed, leaving him stranded in the middle of a four-hour wait. "Perfect," he muttered, the irony heavy in his voice. After three days at a photography exhibition in Delhi, he had been ready to return to the comfort of his own life. Instead, he was a prisoner of the station’s schedule. Seeking refuge from the noise, he retreated toward the quieter edges of the terminal. That was when he found it: Platform 7. It was a ghost of a place, vast and near-empty compared to the frantic main halls. A few scattered passengers sat on the benches,