Chapter - 8

22 4 3
                                    

Vaishu's Point of View:

Kriti is going to meet him at 11. I just can't wait to watch what is going to happen. I somehow triggered her to speak with him on the call but never expected them to plan a meeting. I am considering this as their unofficial date. It's 9 in the morning and this girl has gone to take a bath. She must look gorgeous. I just hope she wears a nice outfit and must be there on time. I already informed Riya about their meeting and she decided to check up on them secretly. We will be going to the cafe after she goes.

Kriti's Point of View:

Vaishu is so weird. Something has gotten into her head. I shouldn't have talked to him in front of her. It's 9:30 in the morning and I came out of the bathroom while wearing a churidar and that was when she started shouting at me,
"Don't tell me that you're wearing this churidar for your date",
"Vaishu, stop shouting and this isn't a date. I've not selected my outfit so don't worry".

She sighed in relief as I said this.
I then changed my outfit but she didn't like that also.

I changed into a lot of outfits but she wasn't satisfied with my costumes.

She then started looking at my dresses and selected a pretty frock which was simple and elegant. I had it with me but never wore it.

I quickly changed into that outfit and looked at Vaishu,

"Magnificent! You must wear frocks more often. You look really good!",

I looked at myself in the mirror and of course, she was right, I looked lovely. I loved myself more in that outfit.

I braided my hair but she was disappointed with my hairstyle. She put a clutch on my hair while saying,
"Just leave your hair like this."

I wore a pearl chain, and white earrings and completed my look as I kept a small bindi on my forehead.

I wore a pearl chain, and white earrings and completed my look as I kept a small bindi on my forehead

Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.

I didn't put on any make-up. I just put kohl on my eyes, took my handbag and left for the cafe.

It's 10:50 in the morning, I'm a bit desperate to meet him. I went to the cafe and saw him sitting at one of the tables with his back facing me. I'm early but he's earlier.

I approached him as I greeted him,
"Hello, sir",
"Hi Sanskriti, take your seat", as he said this,

He wore a white shirt and paired it with a blue pant. He was in his formal and this reminded me of those 2 months. This was one of his best shirts. White suits him and of course, he looked dashing.
Why do I care about how he looks? I must stop this thought and do the work for which I came here.

But didn't I come here to meet him, to look at him and that's what I'm doing. How can I take my eyes off a guy who looks so charming- No, I should stop thinking like this.
I mentally scolded myself for thinking about his looks.

Can this be called as a Love Story?Where stories live. Discover now