They discovered they traveled on the same train every Friday.
First week — awkward smiles.
Second week — small talks.
Third week — sharing samosas.
Fourth week — sitting together without asking.
Aarav talked a lot.
Meera listened more.
But when she laughed — really laughed — Aarav would look at her like he had just discovered his favorite song.
"Why do you look at me like that?" she once asked.
"Like what?"
"Like I'm… special."
He shrugged. "Maybe you are."
Her heart didn't behave normally after that.