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1Every evening at exactly 5:40 PM, Aarav sat in the same bus.Same route.Same conductor.Same passengers.And the same empty seat beside the window.No one was allowed to sit there.Not because the seat was reserved.Because Aarav politely refused… every single person.“Sorry… someone sits here.”People used to smile knowingly.They thought — girlfriend.But Aarav had never smiled back.2Three years ago, Aarav used to be different.He laughed loudly.He talked endlessly.He was the kind of person who made strangers comfortable.And every day… he waited at the bus stop for Meera.She always ran toward the bus, slightly late, slightly breathless.And always said the same line —“Did you