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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Sannidhi
I take a deep breath and send a silent prayer to God.
Please God, let me not fuck up my very first job.
Well, I'm aware it wasn't a job job but an internship, but if it everything went well, then I would land a job in Lighthouse or even better, with Lighthouse on my resume, I could even get into the latest and most happening firm, Anchor. So, I really really needed everything to go smoothly in here.
I had been a walking zombie these past few weeks, only surviving on coffee and two small meals a day blaming the exams when my parents asked. I couldn't sit still without doing anything to keep myself distracted. If I did, my thoughts would automatically go to the scene that happened in the college campus with my best friend and boyfriend.
Ex- boyfriend I remind myself.
Him, I could get over but the guilt that followed after seeing Agasthya hurt and bleeding, behaving entirely different than how I had seen him all these years wouldn't leave me anytime soon.
My sweet, innocent best friend got hurt and humiliated about something he had been trying so hard to forget about. And I had mistakenly given up that information about my friend when Sushanth and I were dating.
"First day?" a voice to my left calls. I turn to look at a pretty girl wearing glasses and her hair up in a tight pony tail and a black band t-shirt.
"Yeah, is it that obvious?" I ask.
"Yeah, you're sweating, holding your hands in prayer and have been standing here for the past 10 minutes instead of going inside. I'd say that's pathetic." A similar voice sounds from my right.
I turn to look at the same girl, only this time, she's in a white tank top and a pink oversized shirt and her hair down.
I take a double take. Is this a sign that I'm going crazy? I quickly turn back to my left to see the same girl shaking her head.
"You're not going crazy. We're twins. I'm Charu, that's my sister Charvi. We're from Ravens arch school."
"Older sister." Charvi adds straightening her tote bags strap.
"By 15 minutes. You don't have to tell that every time we introduce ourselves Charvi." Charu basically yells. I take a step back shocked.
"And you say the same thing every time." She rolls her eyes. "I just want her to not get confused between us or anything."
"Yeah, because it's so hard to tell us apart." She points a hand towards herself and her sister.
The two girls might look exactly the same, but they were so different. Charvi looked a bit more prepared or dare I say put a little more effort to getting ready this morning. Soft brown hair was let down in waves on both shoulders, a white pearl necklace sat on her collar bone. She swept her side bangs behind her ears, her jet-black eyes carefully lined with a thick eyeliner, the wing at the end which make me feel a tad jealous and soft pink painted on her lips. Whereas her sister looked like she pulled on the first pair of clothes she found and pulled her hair back too lazy to comb it. I should know, that's exactly how I looked for the past one and a half month.
