Sannidhi Murthy is a matchmaker. She swears she is one from the time she was just a baby. You can ask her aunt and uncle for details if you want. After all, she brought them together.
She sets up all of her friends with their 'perfect partners'. And...
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Surya
I ask the waiter to get me a finger bowl. I was done with dinner.
Actually, this idiot girl made me lose my appetite.
I couldn't understand what her bloody problem was. I wasn't even talking with her; I was talking to the girl who supposedly 'loved' my brother. But her friend had a bad habit of putting her nose in everybody's business. Such an infuriating behaviour.
After they left, I walked outside to see Sidharth leaning on his elbows and talking to someone in a cab. He waved them goodbye and turned back, his eyes narrowing at the mere sight of me.
"Get in." he said unlocking his car and sliding into the driver's seat. He pulled away from the parking lot even before I could shut my side of the door. He was pissed.
"How can you say that, Surya?" he said a few minutes later. The road was empty except for us, a few streetlights here and there lighting up the way.
"I did not say anything bad." I lean back in my seat.
"You called her a gold-digger. She's not as poor as you think. Her dad is a civil contractor and her mother is a college professor. She has been offered a good package from Infosys."
"First off, I'll let you know that I did not call her a gold-digger. She came to that conclusion on her own. And second off, I am just concerned about you."
"I understand where you come from. But Siri isn't like the other girls. She's responsible, funny, caring – almost like a motherly way. Her friend group often joke that they are all Siri's kids. She's never cared about money or gifts. She is like this happy, peace-loving, kind person you see in the movies." He smiles reminiscing some sweet AF memory.
I gag internally. Just to be an asshole I say, "The kind that gets killed in the most violent way possible?"
"I'll throw you out now Surya. I won't even see that we're meeting after 5 years." he glared at me before speeding up.
"Hey, why are you getting mad at me? That's what happens to all the good characters on tv. Bob and Alexie, even fucking Beth from little woman. Good people die first, and that's a fact. Take it from your older brother."
"Older by 2 weeks." He uses the same argument he's been using since we were kids.
"Older is older." I say the same line I've used for 25 years.
I roll down the window letting the cool air in. Winter was about to begin and the air around had gotten crisper. It would start snowing back home in London in a few days. I didn't realize when I had started considering London as home. Bengaluru was always home, even when I stayed in New York for the first 2 years of my life. I could remember my mom saying "Surya, are you ready to go homme and meet your grandpa?" and I'd say yes. But that was before everything went downhill 11 years ago and mom packed our suitcases and booked tickets to London.
