barbaadian

1︱Encounter

K A S H V I ' S   P O V

"main toh chali!" 'I'm leaving'  I said to myself in loud tone as I grabbed my bag, ready to start the day at our family's bakery. It was a routine I loved even though it's the last day for this routine, college is starting from tomorrow.

I chirply greeted accountant uncle as I entered, "Good morning, Uncleji! Kaise hain aap?" 'how are you' He smiled warmly and replied, "Bilkul theek, beta. Aur tum?" 'Perfect, beta. and you?'

 "Main bhi changi aan," 'I am also fine' I said with a grin.

I sat at the bakery counter, watching the door as customers came in and out. Mummy and Papa had gone to Maasi's house, and Didi and Bhaiya were at work. Today, it was just me in the bakery, but I didn't mind. This place felt like home, with the smell of fresh bread and the sounds of happy customers.

I started arranging the baked goods, making sure everything looked nice for our customers. The bell on the door rang, and sharma aunty came in, like she always did for her chai and samosa.

"Kashvi beta, kaise ho?" 'kashvi beta, how are you?' she asked, smiling.

"Main bilkul theek hoon, aunty. Aap bataiye," 'I am absolutely fine, aunty. You tell' I said, smiling back.

 I watched Sharma aunty settle into her usual spot and felt a bit upset. Today was the last day before college started, marking the end of my routine.

But I didn't dwell on it. "Aunty, chai aur samosa phir se?" 'Aunty, chai and samosa again today?' I asked, keeping things cheerful.

She chuckled, "Haan beta, wahi routine!" 'Yes beta, same routine!' 

a staff member prepared for her order and I plopped down on my chair,, I noticed a commotion outside the bakery. Peering through the window, I saw a sleek black car parked haphazardly, blocking the entrance.

"Kashvi beta, dekho, woh car kisne park ki hai?" 'Kashvi beta, look, who parked that car?' Sharma aunty exclaimed, gesturing towards the vehicle.

I furrowed my brows, curious to see who could be so careless. Stepping outside, I spotted a group of teenage girls giggling nearby, pointing towards the car and then at a man who was on call nearby, and wow, he looked like a literal god. 

He had the kind of presence that made heads turn, including mine. His tall frame was accentuated by a well-fitted white shirt, and his dark hair styled in a perfect way. His eyes, oh God, those green eyes, they were like looking into a deep, mysterious forest.

His jawline was sharp enough, and his lips, oh his lips, they were so inviting, like they were made for... wait, where is my mind going? Focus, Kashvi, focus!

i composed myself and walked towards him, "Excuse me, do you think this is your personal parking spot?" i asked.

He turned to me, still on call, and didn't reply. I cleared my throat, trying to get his attention, but he continued talking on the phone, ignoring me completely.  

"Hello! I'm talking to you!" I said, a little louder this time.

He finally glanced at me, "can you shut up? can't you see im on a call" he asked, his tone cold.

I was taken aback by his rudeness. "Excuse me? Tumhe tameez nahi hai baat karne ki?" 'Don't you have manners to talk?' I retorted.

he finally hung up the call and turned to face me, he looked me up and down, clearly unimpressed. well, i don't give a fuck if he is unimpressed. There are plenty of people who don't like me, and I'm fine with that.