Maybe In Another Life | ✓

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Chandini's pov

I was sitting on the balcony with my book when I heard my best friend Barkha's voice downstairs. I waited for her to storm into my room, and she did exactly that, kicking the door open and storming inside with an angry expression on her face. I know why she is frustrated, but I decided to stay silent.

She looked at me, and just like that, she burst out. She stood beside me on the balcony and screamed so loudly that I was sure our entire neighbourhood was aware that something happened to Barkha.

I looked at her and said, "Want to talk about it?".

"What do I talk about? You know, it is the same shit!" she exclaimed.

Barkha wants to leave her parents' house, but they will not let her; they want her to stay. She has been arguing with her parents about this for a long time, and the response is still the same.

Barkha has a good job; she works in corporate and makes good money, so she can move out whenever she wants. But she does not want to disrespect her parents by abandoning them. They would be sad.

When I looked outside, I noticed the weather had improved. And thought of going outside to have coffee or something.

"Barkha Coffee Shop?" I simply asked her, and she understood.

"No, Chandini, I have to go back to the house; Mummy and Papa must be worried because I abruptly left without saying anything. You go enjoy your coffee," she said.

I looked at her, then down.

"It is okay, Nini. You can go; you are strong. And at this point, I am sure you will become a caffeine addict soon." She made fun of my coffee addiction.

I love coffee and can drink it anywhere and at any time. I smiled as I looked at her. Barkha left shortly after, and I changed my clothes to go to the cafe.

I entered the cafe and placed my order for a coffee. I took my order and sat by the window to enjoy the view and watch the world go by. I heard a small voice and saw a young boy, probably between the ages of 9 and 10, asking for chocolate ice cream. The man with him paid for their order, and they took a seat near the door. I could not look at the man's face.

I began reading my book, and after a while, when I looked up outside, I saw the same boy running in the middle of the road, picking up a cat who looked scared to be on the busy road. A car was speeding towards the boy as he was returning to the same man.

The man yanked the little boy harshly, causing him to slip on the side of the road. He then began shouting at the boy, which I could not understand. But seeing the little boy cry, I went near them and then heard that man scream.

"Athwa, you are stupid! Why did you run like that in the middle of the road?" His voice is deep and rough, and he then turns his back on the boy.

I went over to them. "You do not talk to a child like that, mister." He turned to face me when he heard my voice, and my hands stilled.

The man in front of me was attractive. He had the kind of appearance that would catch people's attention. His eyes were a shade of light brown—the same colour as honey. He had so much coldness in his eyes and was angry right now. His dark hair falls on his forehead, giving him an appealing appearance. A perfect face with a chiselled jaw. He appears to be older than me.

His very presence demanded attention and dominance.

He is beautiful.

The man was furious at me as if I had taken his favorite thing from him. I ignored him and turned my attention to the little boy.