Delhi or Dilli-bustling streets, endless chai tapris, and a city where dreams are both made and broken. In this chaos, Anchal is focused on her career, dodging her parents' shaadi ki baatein, while Varshith, a perfectionist set to inherit his father...
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"One."
"Two."
"Three."
"I can't do this anymore. It's too hard for me." Akhil panted, his face glistening, like me, begging for me to stop. "This is pure torture."
I looked down and glared at the good for nothing human. "Shut up and do it. You had it coming when defied my words."
"I'm sorry!" He cried out, gasping when I applied weight more than he could take. The fucker honestly had it coming when he went on to flirt with those girls in the supermarket.
Ignoring his apologies, I counted again, grunting with each increasing second.
"I'm close," he panted, eyes closed and face squinted in pain. "to dying. Stop already. Okay, bro, aage se nahi karunga na."
I narrowed my eyes. "Really?"
"Fuck, yes. Promise, promise." He moaned in agony.
I decided to have some mercy on my best friend and dropped the barbell on the floor. Walking towards my duffel bag, I pulled out my towel and wiped the dripping sweat on my bare chest and neck. I looked at Akhil who sat hunched on the bench, breathing harshly and I whistled, gaining his attention. He looked up tiredly as I threw a water bottle at him which he caught with a practiced ease. I drank from another bottle, before pouring the remaining water from my head to cool myself down, feeling the water dripping down my short locks. "You shouldn't have done that." I muttered in regret, watching Akhil roll his shoulders. Maybe I went a little overboard.
"But I was bored." He whined, turning to face me. "We were standing in the line for like 20 minutes? So I thought of flirting my way out to get the billing done quickly." He mumbled to himself in the end.
"You were being dishonest, dude." I shook my head at him. "They were equally tired as us, you know?"
"Alright, Gautam Buddha. I won't do it again." He grinned like a twat he is.
I nodded. "You better not." I checked the time on my smartwatch. It was 6 a.m. "Let's go. It's time." I put on my jacket, baseball cap and grabbed my duffel bag before walking towards my best friend to check if he needs any help. I was quite harsh with him today. He absolutely hates bench pressing for some reason and I made him do that with a heavy load 5 times. Poor guy. But I was a bit pissed at him for pulling that ridiculous stunt to come up with anything else.
"Ow! I can't even feel my arms anymore, you bastard." Akhil whimpered, dropping his duffel bag due to pain. I snorted and carried his bag as an apology. That's the most I could do for him now. I walked out of the gym and inhaled deeply, enjoying the feel of monsoon breeze on my face. This is why I love the dawn the most. When the light first appears in the sky, providing a pleasant glow to it. The weather is chilly and the air feels fresh. Which is close to rare in Delhi.
