Metro Diaries - imperfectly Perfect (Hers)

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In a parallel world –

Niyati stared at her watch and sighed one more time. It was 8:05 and there was no sight of her friends Payal and Khushi. She wondered how someone could always be late.  Somewhere between her watch and her thoughts her eyes landed on “them”- The beauty and the beast as they were called.

Every day in the morning while she and her friends waited for their train they would indefinitely see them. Hand in hand, eyes for none other with a difficult to miss smile on both their faces which somehow spelt contentment and joy. They seemed to be madly in love with each other. 

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