One Shots (Desi Edition)

5. A Bumpy Ride (E2N)

The bustling railway station was a whirlwind of activity as passengers hurried to board their respective trains. Y/N, with her backpack slung over one shoulder and a determined look in her eyes, navigated through the crowd, checking her ticket and glancing at the platform signs. Her long, black hair flowed behind her as she weaved through the station, searching for her train's compartment.

"Coach B2, Seat 32," Y/N muttered to herself, checking the digits on the compartments as she walked along the platform. She finally spotted B2 and began to step onto the train when she noticed something that made her pause.

Her intended seat was already occupied, and not just by any passenger, but by a young man with messy, ruffled hair and black, squinty eyes. He sat casually, occupying both the window and aisle seats, his backpack strewn carelessly across the seat beside him.

Y/N's brow furrowed with irritation as she approached him. "Excuse me," she said firmly, "but I believe you're in my seat."

The young man turned to look at her, and a hint of amusement danced in his eyes. "Oh, am I?" he replied, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "You see, I thought this was my seat, and I was just being extra generous by taking up your side as well."

Y/N's temper flared. She had been looking forward to this solo trip, and she was in no mood to deal with an arrogant stranger. "Look," she snapped, "I don't care how generous you're feeling today, but I have a ticket for this seat, and I'd like to sit there."

He raised an eyebrow and smirked. "Well, well, a spirited one, aren't we? Alright, fine, have your precious seat," he said, sliding his backpack aside reluctantly.

Y/N settled into her seat, still fuming at the audacity of this stranger. She couldn't help but shoot one more glare in his direction before turning her attention to the window. Little did she know that this bumpy start was just the beginning of a journey she would never forget.

Y/N settled into her seat, still fuming at the audacity of the stranger who had taken up her space. She tried to focus on the passing scenery outside the window, but she could sense that the man beside her wasn't done.

The young man, Viren, decided to strike up a conversation. "You know," he said with a grin, "I have a feeling this is going to be an interesting journey."

Y/N turned to him, her brown eyes narrowing. "Interesting? That's one way to put it. I just want a peaceful trip."

Viren chuckled, seemingly unfazed by her irritation. "Peaceful trips are overrated. I prefer a little excitement. By the way, you never told me your name."

She hesitated for a moment before responding, "I'm Y/N. And you better not think this means you can keep my seat."

Viren leaned back and raised an eyebrow. "Y/N, huh? Well, Y/N, I'm Viren, and I can't make any promises about your seat."

Their banter had begun, and it didn't take long for them to engage in a heated argument about the merits of their respective hometowns.

Y/N defended Kerala passionately. "You Delhiites think you're the center of the universe, but Kerala has natural beauty, amazing food, and a rich culture."

Viren smirked, clearly enjoying the verbal duel. "Oh, please. Delhi has history, monuments, and an unbeatable street food scene. Your backwaters can't compete with our heritage."

Passengers nearby exchanged amused glances as they watched Y/N and Viren go back and forth. It was like watching a tennis match of words.

As the hours passed, their arguments shifted into playful teasing. Y/N couldn't help but notice that beneath Viren's cocky exterior, there was something intriguing about him. She prodded further, "So, Mr. Delhi, what do you do for a living?"

Viren leaned in closer, his tone conspiratorial. "I'm a professional troublemaker," he replied with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "But don't worry; I have other talents too."

Y/N couldn't help but laugh. "A troublemaker, huh? Well, you certainly lived up to that title when you took my seat."

Viren flashed a charming smile. "What can I say? I like to keep things interesting."

As the night settled in, the train's rhythmic motion and their playful banter created a unique atmosphere. The journey was far from peaceful, but it was undeniably captivating, as two strangers found themselves drawn together in a whirlwind of arguments, laughter, and a chance for something more.