Waiting For You Episode 3: The Sudden Separation

A week had passed. Seven mornings. Seven moments of Shaam glancing at the bus stop bench, only to find it empty.

He still waited.

Every morning, Shaam arrived a little earlier, hoping he'd see the familiar figure with the book and the teasing smile. 

The paper with Suhani’s number was still in his wallet—folded, worn at the edges, yet untouched. 

Something about the spontaneity of their connection made him want to wait, to see if fate would play its hand again.

But fate, it seemed, was running late.

He sat alone on the bench where they first met, scrolling through his playlist but not really hearing the music. 

The world around him continued its rhythm—buses arrived and left, people came and went—but something about it all felt quieter without her.

Shaam ran his thumb over the edge of the folded note again. Should I call? Text?

But the truth was—he didn’t just want to talk. He wanted to see her. At the bus stop. Where it all began.

And then, on the eighth morning, the universe responded.

He looked up—and there she was.

Suhani.

Hair braided loosely over her shoulder, a coffee cup in one hand, book in the other, eyes scanning the street. She hadn’t spotted him yet.

Shaam stood up, slowly walking toward her. 

His heart thumped like a familiar drumbeat—excited, unsure, but full of something warm.

Just as he reached her, Suhani turned.

Their eyes met. Her smile spread instantly, like sunshine after a long week of gray skies.

“I was starting to think you’d given up,” she teased, sipping her coffee.

Shaam raised an eyebrow. “Me? I’ve basically become the mayor of this bus stop waiting for you.”

She laughed, stepping closer, and for a second, it felt like that pause in a favorite song—the kind that makes you close your eyes and just feel.

“I had a school trip. No phones allowed,” she said, as if answering the question he never asked. “But I thought about this place. About you.”

Shaam smiled, relieved and lit up. “Well, I thought about a lot of things. Mostly how boring bus stops are without dramatic voice impressions.”

Suhani grinned. “You missed the witch, didn’t you?”

He nodded. “And the teacher. And the girl with the bookmark.”

They stood there, side by side again, just like before—but something had changed. 

It wasn’t just a chance meeting now. It was something they both had waited for.

As the bus pulled in behind them, Suhani nudged his arm. “Same bus today?”

“Only if you save me a seat.”

“Always.”

And this time, they got on together.