Memories to Grave

Chapter 5: I'm the Vishwa

Vishwa's POV:

My friend and I had just returned from the States after completing our master's in Automotive Engineering. After finishing our degrees, we worked there for a few years before coming back to India. We had both designed a new car model and were eager to introduce it to the market. However, we needed investors and business deals due to our limited funds for building the model. We had been pursuing investors to invest in our project.

Yesterday, we had a meeting with an investor, but at the last minute, he rescheduled it for today.

Her name is Devika, right? How did your date with her go? my friend asked while lighting a cigarette.

"Don’t even ask about that woman; she’s not a match for me," I replied, taking the cigarette from his mouth and crushing it under my foot.

"Why did you crush the cigarette? I didn’t even get a chance to smoke it."

"This isn’t the place for smoking. The investor is almost here. You know how important he is to us right now," I said, placing my right hand around his neck, tilting his head, and punching him.

"Yeah, yeah, I know. Let’s go inside."

We entered the office and waited for the investor. After he arrived, we introduced ourselves and presented our newly designed car model. It took half a day to explain the architecture and our business idea. After extensive discussion, he finally agreed to consider our design but didn’t confirm it immediately. He said he would inform us through his team after discussing it with their team. We shook hands with him, thanked him, and left.

"What do you think? Do you think they’ll invest in us?" I asked my friend.

"I’m sure they will. Many other investors have already shown interest. But let’s just wait. If not, we’ll have to look for others."

"Ah, I hope this is the end of it. I’m fed up with these investors and their questioning," I said, emphasizing my frustration.

That evening, we received a call from the investor. They informed us that they wanted to invest in our project. It was a huge success. Despite all the struggle, they showed interest in investing. From here on, we would face even more challenges.

We were so busy dealing with the team, business dealers, workers, etc., that we barely had time to eat. After a month, I finally had some leisure time to spend.

I picked up the book again and started reading...

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( Read chapter 2 again, incase if you are confused)

He pulled her onto the ground. The cardboard fell with a soft thud onto the ground. "Thank you," her cousin said, asking, "Who are you?"

"Are you Sravani?" he asked Sravani’s cousin.

"Yes, I am Sravani."

"Nice to meet you. I’m Raghu."

"Wait, Raghu, is that you? Yesterday, on the phone…"

"Yes, that’s me."

"Gosh, you’re really handsome, just like my friend said. Sravani, did I tell you that I got a call from my best friend yesterday, saying that someone was coming for me? It’s him."

Sravani didn’t respond.

"Both Sravani’s—who’s the real one? I mean, on the radio, Sravani Rallapudi?" Raghu asked, looking confused.

Her cousin replied, "It’s me. I’m the one you came for."

Raghu said, "Ah, nice to meet you, other Sravani." He extended his hand for a handshake.