Enchanted melody of our hearts

🏴UNCERTIAN FUTURE? -CHAPTER-26

Third pov:

Divine Indian resturant

Divine Restaurant was famous in Burlington for its delicious Indian cuisine, but its owner, Venkatesan, was far from divine. The place was bustling with a decent crowd of visitors, each savoring their meals. Venkatesan stood in his office, smoking while having a hushed conversation on his phone. The restaurant door swung open, admitting Parthasarathy, . Venkatesan, spotting him from the corner of his eye, abruptly cut the call. "What do you want, Partha?" he snapped, his voice laced with annoyance.

Parthasarathy's mouth was smeared with food stains, and he asked, "With whom are you talking, Appa?"

Venkatesan's irritation was evident. "I asked what do you want? And wipe your mouth, idiot! You're 30 years old and still behaving like a toddler." He swiped a hand across his mouth, wiping away a lingering trace of food, before responding, "Just came to let you know, Appa, the new suppliers brought the vegetables."

Venkatesan rose from his makeshift hiding spot, his irritation simmering. "I'll handle that," he grumbled. "Go supervise the first floor. And wipe your mouth properly, you idiot! You're thirty years old, not a toddler."

Parthasarathy,  simply nodded and sauntered out. As he passed a display stand, he discreetly shoved a handful of chips into his pocket before disappearing upstairs. Venkatesan watched him go, muttering under his breath. "Useless blockhead," he grumbled. "Should've raised a pair of buffaloes instead. At least they'd breed and make me some real money." Shaking his head in exasperation, he left to check on the newly arrived goods.

3 months skip

Meera pov:

The chime of the shop door barely registered as I sorted books onto the shelf, a smile blooming on my face unbidden. My thoughts were with Adrian, and how quickly the semester was flying by. Only two months left until finals! I sighed softly. Soon, it would be back to our intense study sessions.

A wave of nostalgia washed over me, bringing back the joy of my birthday. Thanu and Dharshan, along with my aunt and uncle, had all left for Malaysia. They promised they'd visit again soon, but their absence left a small ache in my heart.

Glancing down, I traced the delicate ring on my finger, a promise ring gifted by Adrian. His words echoed in my mind – a vow to be there for me no matter what.  After that, we headed home. As usual, Adrian and I spend time on little dates, and he sneaks into my balcony at least twice a week. But Adrian has never made me feel uncomfortable. He always respects my boundaries, I knew he craved more, but he held back, respecting my desire to wait until marriage.  But for me, that kind of connection felt sacred, something I envisioned sharing only with my husband. Maybe it sounded old-fashioned, but these were my morals, and Adrian understood. Honestly, what more could I ask for? From my friends' side, Elena is very dull these days. Her father remains in the same condition, with no improvement, yet she stays strong, hoping he'll be fine soon. And we're all hoping right along with her.

Frustration bubbled up as I shelved a misplaced romance novel. How did it end up in the science fiction section again? Sighing, I scanned the shelves efficiently, rearranging any misplaced books I found. Today, Adrian and I have planned a cooking date in his friends apartment, and I'm doing everything with a bit more eagerness than usual.

I can't wait to see him. Just then, I noticed Mr. Stone walking by with a large stack of books, barely able to see over them. "Oof! Make way, make way, folks!" he boomed, his voice barely audible through the paper barricade.

Mr. Stone is such an enthusiastic man; he sometimes forgets he's the owner and ends up doing half the work himself. Before he could collide with a particularly eager customer, I hurried over. "Mr. Stone, let me handle some of those," I offered.