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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| New Boss, Who Dis? |
"Abe kahan khoyi hai?" Anjoli's voice snapped me out of my reverie I had been in.
"Huh?" I blinked looking at the two curios faces, staring at me with a keen interest. "Mere muh pe kuchh laga hai?" I pointed at my face.
"No." Anjoli frowned, assessing my face.
"Toh aise kyun ghoor rahe ho dono mujhe?" I scowled at them.
"Maine aur isne tera naam kitni baar bulaya." Aman looked at me pointedly. I chewed on a lettuce that had squeezed out of my burger. "Wahan khade Pradeep Uncle bhi kitni baar baar mud mud ke dekh chuke hain. Dekh, abhi bhi dekh rahein hai." He pointed behind me outside the cafeteria's glass window.
"Exaggerate mat kar." Pradeep Uncle, the security guard, literally stood a good 200 metre from the cafeteria building. "Dekh rahein honge ki kaun aadmi hai jiski bandar jaisi shakal hai."
Aman barked out a fake-laugh before glaring at me. Anjoli however was looking at me with narrowed eyes. "Be serious. What happened?"
My gaze drifted to the half-eaten burger in my hands. The lettuce was escaping from one side, mayonnaise threatening to drip onto the wrapper. I sighed. "Nothing. I just don't like burger." Which, to be fair, wasn't entirely a lie. I genuinely hated them. One bite in and suddenly half the filling wanted freedom.
"Anchal!"
"Oh, isn't that Aryan?" I pointed out behind her at the man on the counter.
Both heads turned over their shoulders instinctively. Anjoli turned around and snorted. "Geez, subah se avoid kar rahi thi. Yahin tapak gaya, gadha." She mumbled, sipping on her Banana-Fig smoothie. Ew.
Aryan was a douchebag and my friend deserved someone way better than him. I had only met him three times and that had been enough for me to conclude he was an insufferable, misogynistic piece of work wrapped in expensive cologne and good genetics. Though, the man looked unfairly attractive.
Unfortunately, every time he opened his mouth, the illusion shattered.
To this day, I couldn't understand what Anjoli saw in him.
Aryan's eyes accidentally met mine and I rolled them without the slightest hint of subtlety before looking away.
"Guys." Aman muttered staring at his phone. "Bahl just texted. Townhall announced."
