A Gentle Breeze Of Love

𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗥𝗧𝗬 𝗢𝗡𝗘

Thikshitha

One week later

My fingers are floundering through the keyboard as I continued my endeavor in this new yet cozy office. The people here are unaware of me being the heir of this company's owner, which I prefer better than to be given a spotlight for being something I have absolutely no control over to determine.

Only the manager here knows about my true identity and even so, I requested him to not break it out to other employees. He, being a good man, conceded my words.

My colleagues here have been so supportive and friendly, they almost made me feel like I'm in my former one. Still, without my dearest friend Geetha, the office environment felt distinct. The woman cried torrents when I notified her about my resignation. Also, I confessed all the problems that had led me to perform this. She was stunned to hear that but was very understanding to my great relief.

Cracking my knuckles, I let out a tired yawn. The position I've got in this office is almost the same as my previous one but with extra work. I'm coping well though!

Anyways, the end of duty hours expired, and I begin jamming my stuff in my handbag to evacuate from here. Once done with packing, I saunter outside, accompanied by my new friends.

Regu and Sri Devi. They both are natives of Karnataka. So primarily, our communication would be in English.

Plus, they are married couples and have an adorable seven-year-old kid named Rashi dev. Moreover, the apartment I'm staying in is just opposite theirs, thus, I certainly have gotten quite close with that little fellow and his parents.

The couples hop in their car meanwhile I settle myself in mine. Dad transported my car soon after I had arrived here.

Driving through the busy roads of Bangalore, after almost fifteen minutes, I reaches my apartment. The couples would pick up their son on the way, therefore, they usually would be delayed.

After parking my car, I make my way inside and cage myself in the elevator. The door divides as soon as it gets to the fourth floor.

My foot drove me through the corridor and shortly after a few seconds, I enter my flat and shut off the door.

The fake facade falls down as I slid myself against the door and let my tears slip down, freely.

I miss him.

We haven't even got the chance to bid bye. My dad had been stubborn in keeping us isolated from each other in every way that he withheld my desperation to look at Vicky for the last time before my departure.

Here, though I retain a normal demeanor outside, I can't refrain myself from crying once I'm alone.

His face...his smile...his carefree nature...his love and craving for me. Just everything about him is torturing my head.

I didn't know that I loved him to this extent...

________

Vicky

It's been one week!

One whole freaking week since I have lost myself and my happiness,

My Thikki...

I didn't realize she had this much impact on me. I never anticipated that her presence alone had meant so much to me, until now as she has gone.

I sit numbly in my classroom, absentmindedly listening to the last lecture of the day. I know this sounds weird, but I'm seeing Thikki everywhere.

I feel like she is near me always. I know,! It sounds absurd but it's what the truth is...

As the class gets over, I stroll outside without any care in this world. My head is spinning with Thikki's thoughts. "What has gotten into you, Vicky..." I hear Nikki's voice beside me but I didn't pause my legs from striding. I don't feel like talking.