The Last Note [ON HOLD]

2. THE FIRST MEETING?

Trishika's P.O.V:

My legs were shaking, my hands were sweating.

What the actual fuck is wrong with me, god? Why am I suddenly so anxious?

They said that they'd meet me here; at a Starbucks café by 4 in the evening, as it gets dark early these days due to the chilly December winters of Delhi. But, it's already 4:05 P.M. in my watch, and they're still not here.

I honestly don't even know who will come to meet me. The email they sent said that they want one of us to meet them.

Who's they? His manager? His adviser? Him?

I really do not expect Carry to come and meet me in here. Afterall, he's a famous person who may attract unwanted attention. That's scary.
At the same time, he might be busy with his own work. Shooting. Editing. Scripting. I don't know, bruh.

So, all in all there's less than 1% chance for him to be here. C'mon, not even 1%, duh! And, even if he does come, how will I even recognise him, when I don't even know how he looks like?

Yeah, I know I can just Google him if I want to. But, for some weird reason my gut doesn't allow me to do that. I just feel this isn't the right time.

But, I also want to know him in person. I want to know who's this guy about whom the youth of India is crazy.

I'm crazy.

It isn't like I don't watch YouTube. I do. But, that's fucking rare. And when that happens, I prefer watching videos which are more about personal development and self help.

The fact I've never known much about the most popular YouTubers, Carry being one of them, who make roast and rant videos, according to what Ritvik told me, just makes me stand apart from others of that clan. Yeah, I'm weird. But, I guess...a good weird. I don't know.

-"Hello! Are you Ms. Trishika?"
Someone suddenly said out of the blue, making me startle and breaking my trance.

I flinched at the sudden voice, whilst it took me a moment or two to process what just happened.

-"Hi-
Hi! Uh, YES I am Trishika Bhardwaj. And you are...?"
I made an attempt to speak to the voice, leaving my seat as I looked at the tall figure that stood in front of me.

-"Deepak Char. Carry's manager. Nice to meet you!"
Said the man, who was probably in his mid forties, I assume.

-"Nice to meet you too! I'm Trishika Bhardwaj, the co-head of Excel College's Students' Council."
I mouthed.

It took me no less than a second to realise that I just introduced myself and also, that I just fucked up.

Wow.

-"Well, yes! I'm sorry about the late arrival. I know I'm ten minutes late, but I hope I didn't make you wait MUCH!"
He spoke apologetically.

-"It's alright, sir. Shall we start the meeting with respect to the performance, first?"
Replied Trishika.

-"Yeah, absolutely."

-"Fine, then. Please have a seat, sir. Would you like to have anything? I'll order-"

-"No that's absolutely fine, Ms.Trishika. As it is I'm already late. Can we please just start the meeting, already? I'm sorry about-"

-"Well, okay it's fine! Let's start...''
I said, exhaling an inaudible sigh of relief.

Thank god, I'll be saved from the process of paying for an over priced coffee, which will only have sugar.
Fuck, I hate that.

Whilst we talked about everything professional, somehow, my mind was upset that I couldn't meet Carry. But that meant my overthinking wasn't true! That meant, I didn't have to worry about feeling all nervous and anxious around him. Thankyou, god. For sending only his manager, and not him!
You hence again proved that, everything happens for the good.

It was only 10 minutes into our conversation, when I was talking to Deepak sir, regarding the payment for Carry's performance, a guy - probably in his early 20s, made his way towards our table.

His face was covered with a black mask making only his black, big doe eyes visible. So, I couldn't really get an entire look at his face. But, I could tell that he had a beard. He wore black spectacles of a standard frame and also wore a white, formal shirt with a pair of black pants. His tie was loosened.

Seemed like he came straight out of a meeting OR a wedding. Two completely opposite situations, but it is what it is.

A black, formal coat hung on his right forearm while the left hand was inside his pant's left pocket. Veins were so very visible on the upper region of his hand, that one could easily tell he was a health freak. Not very tall, though. But, his personality made him look exactly like the standard 'alpha' man, that he probably was.

He was looking adorably adorable and amazingly amazing with his dark brown orbs and black hair, I could instantly sense a feeling in the middle of my gut as if I had known him for YEARS! Sounds so cheesy, yet it is SO true! His voice sounded super husky and irritated, making it evident that he was extremely tired to even move from where he was, but was forced to do that.

-"Bhaiyaaa!!"
He said whining.

Neither did he intend to look at me, nor did he payed any attention towards me. Yeah, he ignored me badly, you can say that.

-"Why are you here?"
Asked Deepak sir.

-"Mujhe kuch nahi pata, mein jaa raha hu ghar! Aapko abhi ye meeting mein kam se kam aadha ghanta lagega, and trust me! I seriously do not have ANY energy left to even wait inside the car! I can't-
I am in a desperate need of some sleep. I haven't slept since the past 48 hours, bhaiya!!"
He said stomping his feet like a little child who's parent did not buy him his favourite candy or toy.

Frustration and tiredness was evident in his expressions and voice, but his energy still felt so child-like!

Now, don't get me wrong. I barely had a glimpse of him, especially his eyes, for a second or two. But, his energy and his vibe overall seemed child-like, not childish. There's a difference between the two.

You are childish when you do stupid things in order to look 'cute', which may actually irritate people.
Being child-like is when your qualities are like a child - honest, empathetic, innocent, loyal, truthful etc.

And his energy was child-like. I know this is not a movie, but, YES! I felt like I had known him for ages!! Decades, actually.

-"Cool. Now, get lost."
Deepak sir said in a so-done tone and soon enough he disappeared from the Starbucks shope in thin air.

-"I'm sorry about that, Ms.Trishika..."
Deepak sir muttered an apology.

In response, I muttered back 'it's okay'.

My mind was stuck at the thought of him.
Only if I knew what really layed ahead of me at that moment of time, life would have been better.

CarryMinati, he was. Earlier, my mind didn't allow me to research about him, but now that I've seen him once, I will give anything to know who he is.

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~Aaja sanam, madhur chandni mein hum-tum mile toh mano mil gaya jahaan~
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The people who've read this story earlier know how late this part of the story was published, the last time I wrote it. Ig, it was in chapter 7. So, I hope I've improved atleast in this area...of shortening the length of the story and removing the unwanted parts. What do you think?

~Ambhoj🖤