Destiny that planned their life

2. Drishti and Her Besties

Drishti's POV

"Oiyee... Chikoo... Good morning." My friend, Pooja Mehra, yelled, waving her hand while standing near her car as I was parking my scooty in the parking area.

Pooja is my childhood friend. I met her on the first day of kindergarten when she offered me chocolate while I was crying after Amma left me in the class. From that day on, we were inseparable and literally grew up together. Our parents also became close because of us, and now we all are like family.

I work as a journalist, and Pooja is the marketing director at Voice News Channel, a company owned by Pooja's dad, Krishna Mehra. And no, there was no favoritism-we worked hard to be where we are now.

After parking, I walked towards her, and together we entered our office building.

"Mumbai traffic is too much. I was stuck in traffic for like 5 minutes." She said, throwing her hands in the air in frustration. I nodded in agreement.

"Chikoo!! I missed you..." She shrieked, wiping her imaginary tears dramatically and hugging me.

"Don't you dare call me that again in public." I whisper-yelled. "And about you missing me... we see each other every day at work!" I said, knowing it didn't even reach her ears.

"Call you what, Chikoo??"

"Ahh... Why is everyone hell-bent on irritating me today?" I exasperated.

"What did my Appu do today?" She asked, suppressing a laugh.

"Okay, sorry... sorry. You continue," she gestured for me to continue after I mock-glared at her.

I started explaining everything that happened this morning, including the dream I had seen.

"I guess fighting is the secret of your energy. HAHA..." She laughed as though she had cracked the world's best joke.

"Yeah, yeah... You would understand if you had a sibling. I get irritated just by seeing his face."

"Who told you I don't have any siblings? I have one sister and a brother to handle. Don't you know?" She made a sad face.

"Aww my Piku... I love you, but you see your brother occasionally, and I heard your sister is very innocent." I said, making an innocent face.

"I have only one sister who is not how you heard, and I speak to my brother every day. And I also know you love your brother a lot."

"You don't know how to give a direct answer to anything, do you?" I frowned.

"Nope." She gave a toothy grin.

Then I heard the sound in the lift announcing we were on the 3rd floor. I had to get down on the next floor.

"Bye Piku... Meet you at lunch," I said a little loudly, not thinking others in the lift could hear me. One of the employees working under Pooja turned towards us and chuckled. I returned a big smile to that girl. I saw Pooja shooting daggers through her eyes at me. I gave a nervous smile to her.

The lift reached my floor, and I hurried out to avoid giving Pooja a chance to take revenge for what I did.

"Bye Chikoo!" She yelled at the top of her lungs.

I sighed and shook my head.

'I am confident this whole floor knows my nickname now.'

Piku is the name given by me when she first learned about my nickname and started teasing me with it.

We were in 5th grade at that time. One day during our lunch break, she started telling the whole class, 'You know what Drishti's mom calls her at home??? Chikoo!' I got really angry at her for telling my secret to everyone and shouted, 'If I'm Chikoo, you are Piku.'