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The first time Zara saw him, she was running late. Her dupatta snagged on a rusty railing at the Bandra station, and just as she yanked it free, her phone skittered across the platform. A hand—long-fingered, with a worn leather band around the wrist—caught it an inch from the edge.

the thought bloomed in her chest. When we meet, you and I… what then? miley jab hum tum

The universe, however, had other plans.

The second time, she was shoving a hopelessly oversized painting into a taxi. He was the taxi driver. “You again,” he said, and this time he almost smiled. “The disaster magnet.” The first time Zara saw him, she was running late