The last train by a photographer

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A Last Train By Karan Rishi was a passionate photographer. He wanted to make a career in it and was always looking for opportunities. One day, he got a phone call — it was a wedding shoot offer. They promised to pay him ₹15,000. This was Rishi’s first real assignment. He was excited and a little nervous. The shoot location was far away — it would take 15 hours to reach by train. He booked his ticket online. The train was scheduled for 11:42 PM. The station was 2 kilometers from his house, and the only way to reach there was through a forest road. Still, he didn’t hesitate. He called his best friend: Rishi: “Bro! I got my first order! I’m leaving tonight by train.” Friend: “At this hour? You could leave tomorrow morning!” Rishi: “No bro, I need to reach there on time.” His friend paused, then said: “Okay, just stay safe and call me if anything happens.” Rishi packed his bag, camera, tripod, and lenses. At 11:00 PM, a cab arrived. As he stepped outside, a thick fog covered everything. The air was cold and silent. The cab drove through the forest road. It was a little creepy but Rishi kept calm. Finally, at 11:30 PM, he reached the station. The station was completely empty. Only a few dull lights flickered. No people, no sound — just the cold wind. Rishi sat on a bench, waiting. At exactly 11:42 PM, the train arrived. He got into his coach — D3, seat number 12. Inside, there were only 4 passengers. That made him feel a little better. He sat by the window. At the next station, the train stopped again. A girl entered and walked straight into Rishi’s coach. She sat on the seat directly in front of him. She was very beautiful. After a few minutes, Rishi started the conversation. Rishi: “Hi.” Girl: “Hello.” Rishi: “What’s your name?” Tamana: “Tamana. And you?” Rishi: “Rishi. I’m going to Solapur for a wedding shoot. You?” Tamana: “Same. My friend’s wedding.” That made Rishi smile. They started talking more. Time passed quickly. After around an hour of talking and laughing, Rishi thought to himself: "Should I tell her how I feel?" Suddenly, the train stopped at another station. A tea vendor entered the coach, shouting: “Chai, chai!” Both Rishi and Tamana took a cup of tea. After serving, the vendor got down from the train. Rishi finished his tea and said: Rishi: “I’ll go fill my water bottle. Be right back.” Tamana: “Okay.” He stepped out. The platform was also empty, covered in fog. A chilly wind blew. He walked to the side, found a tap, and filled his bottle. When he returned to his coach… Tamana was gone. Suddenly, a soft voice from behind said: “What happened?” Startled, Rishi turned — Tamana was standing there. She quietly sat down again. Rishi, still nervous, thought, "Let’s just say it. What’s the worst that can happen?" He knelt near her seat and said: Rishi: “Tamana… I really like you. Will you stay with me?” She smiled sweetly and replied, “Yes.” Rishi was overjoyed. He took out his phone and said, “Let me take a picture of us.” He clicked a selfie. Then, he opened the gallery to check. Tamana was not in the photo. Only an empty seat. He froze. His hands trembled. Tamana: “What happened, Rishi?” Rishi (nervously): “N-nothing... all good.” Time passed. It was now 2:00 AM. Rishi noticed something strange — the train stopped at Mumbai Station. After 10 minutes… the train passed Mumbai again. Then 20 minutes later… again Mumbai. Rishi (to himself): “Why is the train going in circles?” He turned to talk to Tamana. She wasn’t there. Then he heard slow footsteps behind him. He turned back — Tamana was standing right behind him. But this time… her face was pale, eyes glowing red, and her smile... twisted. Rishi fainted. Rishi slowly opened his eyes… He was sitting inside the cab, wrapped in silence and fog outside the window. His head was heavy, heart pounding. Rishi: “Was that all… just a bad dream?” He looked around — the driver was quietly driving through the same foggy forest road. Everything felt unreal. Still confused, he pulled out his phone. He remembered the selfie… the one he took with Tamana. He opened the gallery. His heart dropped. It was just a photo of his seat — completely empty. No Tamana. No one. His body went cold. That’s when he realized… It wasn’t a dream. It really happened. He didn’t wait to reach the destination. He told the driver to turn around. And he returned home, halfway through the journey. He never spoke about that night again. And from that day on, Rishi never trusted the silence of the night train again.

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