It's golden hour at a bustling railway station. The sun dips behind the tracks, casting a warm orange glow over the old platform. A distant train whistle echoes. The camera pans across tea vendors, rushing porters, and passengers waiting — time feels like it's holding its breath.
📷 Focus shifts to the girl — she stands near the edge of Platform No. 3, holding a paper cup of chai, her dupatta flowing in the breeze. Her eyes scan the crowd, searching.
📷 Cut to the boy — walking with headphones in, wearing a denim jacket, slightly ruffled hair, a soft smirk. The moment he sees her, the music kicks in…
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