“Some nights do not break you… they simply reveal, who stands beside you when everything else falls apart.”

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You stood on the empty platform, crying, backpack hanging off one shoulder, mascara smudged, phone switched off.

Normally, Kavya Rane didn’t care about strangers. Especially not strangers who looked like trouble wrapped in a pink hoodie.

But then you kicked your suitcase and yelled, “STUPID TRAIN! STUPID BOYFRIEND! STUPID EVERYTHING!”

And… he paused. He had missed the same train because he was running from paparazzi again.

You looked too young to be here alone. Too naïve. Too breakable. And he hated that the old familiar sting hit him. He kept walking.

Until you whispered, voice trembling,

“My parents are gonna kill me…”

That made him turn around.

He sighed, ran a hand through his hair, and walked back toward you.

“Hey,” he muttered, “You missed the train too?”

You sniffed. “No. The train betrayed me. Like everyone else.”

He almost laughed. Almost.

“Where are your parents?”

“Home. Waiting to murder me.” You hugged your backpack.

He studied you. Bratty. Messy. Dramatic. But... Too innocent.

And he was a rich guy with a growing “cold but secretly kind” public image.

He said with a bored sigh, “I’ll get you a hotel room. You’re not staying here alone.”

You glared. “I’m not going with a stranger.”

He shrugged. “Stay here with the rats then.”

A second later you grabbed his sleeve, “WAIT— rats?”

He smirked and starts walking and you followed a little too closely.

He glances at you, “So what happened? Bad breakup?”

Your voice cracks, “He left me saying I’m too immature to handle him.”

He scoffs, “Sounds like he was the immature one.”

You blink up at him, “You don’t even know me.”

“And yet,” he says dryly, “I already know you deserve better.”

He suddenly stops walking, turns to face you, and asks, “…Seriously though, where were you planning to go at midnight?”