✧It all started with a slap✧
𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒊 𝑺𝒆𝒉𝒈𝒂𝒍
She is beautiful, smart, and an introvert who has no problem putting others in their proper places. She is selfless and compassionate and prioritises others before herself.
She is trying to...
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I was getting ready for the office, but I could not stop thinking about Chandni since last night. Her crying, being scared of me, and, most importantly, being burned because of me—I just can't stop myself. What is happening to me? Why am I concerned about her and her well-being?
I arrived at my office quickly and called Rahul once I was settled in my cabin. "Yes, Rudra, you called me?" He asked as he entered the cabin and stood in front of me, and when I looked at him coldly and said nothing, the realisation hit him.
"Uhh, I am sorry." He cleared his throat. "... about yesterday. It was yours and your sister's matter. I should not have intervened between you two." I understand he is my best friend, but there are some things he should keep his big mouth shut.
"It is fine, Rahul. I wanted to know about the preparation for the gala. How is everything going? I do not want anything to go wrong at my event." I asked him, and he said everything was fine and going as planned. I nodded my head and dismissed him, satisfied with his response.
I started working, but I could not seem to concentrate on anything. I could not stop thinking about her, which was annoying because I did not want to think about her. Whatever happens to her is not my concern. And I am still not sure why I feel the need to know if she is okay. I shouldn't worry about her; she slapped me.
But here I am, standing in line for coffee in the same café. Why am I waiting in line? And not on a seat because she is behind the counter taking orders, and I want to talk to her.
It is my turn to place an order. "Good morning, and welcome to our cafe. What would you like to order?" she asked, not looking up.
"An unsweetened iced black coffee and a chicken sandwich."
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I was getting ready to go to work. I don't need to work because my brother earns enough for us. But I do it because it keeps me busy, and keeps me from overthinking things that should not bother me.
I received a call from my best friend, accepted the call, and heard Rohit say, "Hello, birdie! Good morning!" I laughed at his greeting and wished them both a good morning.
Barkha asked me about my plans for today, and I told her I had work today. I was trying to put on my top when my hand got caught in the sleeves. My friends stopped bickering and panicked as I let out a cry.
