CHAPTER - 4
The next evening, Ayan returned the fixed music box. The melody played again — soft and sad.
The girl froze.
"How did you—?"
"I just fixed the spring," he said. "But… who were you waiting for?"
She smiled, but it hurt.
"My brother. He promised he'd come back from the city. This was our meeting place."
She paused.
"He died in an accident that day. But my mind never learned how to stop waiting."
Silence.
Trains roared past. People came and went.
But time stood still on Platform 3.