Heart of Two Brothers

chapter 05: A Simple Sunday

Priti pov:

It was a quiet Sunday morning, and the sun had just started to peek through my window at 7 a.m. I reluctantly stirred from my sleep, feeling the softness of my bed slowly giving way to the day's demands. I dragged myself out of bed and shuffled into the bathroom, where I took a refreshing shower, letting the warm water wake me up fully. After brushing my teeth, I made my way to the kitchen.

The apartment was eerily silent; Mom had already left for the café, leaving me alone. I prepared a simple breakfast for myself, the solitude giving me a moment of peace. Once I finished eating, I decided it was time to tackle the mountain of chores waiting for me.

I started with the laundry. I placed a cloth on top of the washing machine and then hung it out in the sun to dry. The morning rays were gentle, and I hoped the sun would do its job quickly. I moved on to washing the dishes, scrubbing and rinsing until the sink was clear. The monotony of these tasks was calming, but after an hour, I felt the exhaustion setting in. I sank onto the couch, scrolling through my social media feeds on my phone, trying to catch up with news.

Feeling a bit restless and eager to get out, I decided to visit Mom at the café. I picked up my phone and called her.

"Hey, sweetie, what are you up to?" she answered cheerfully.

Nothing much," I replied. "Just did some cleaning. I was thinking of coming to the café. Can you send me the address?"

Sure, it's at 37, Brigade Road, Bangalore. You can't miss it," Mom said.

Alright, Mom. Bye!" I said.

"Bye, sweetie," she replied before hanging up.

I went to my room and started getting dressed. I chose a traditional outfit-an elegant pastel-coloured salwar kameez with delicate embroidery on the neckline. The soft fabric draped gracefully, and I felt a touch of comfort in the familiar attire. After dressing, I locked my apartment door and headed downstairs.

As I walked along the road, I typed the address into Google Maps, navigating the unfamiliar streets with curiosity. The area around me was vibrant with morning activity-vendors setting up stalls, the scent of fresh flowers, and the occasional honking of cars. The blend of sounds and sights was both exciting and overwhelming.

After a 15-minute walk, I arrived at the café. From the outside, it looked charming with its large glass windows and door, giving a clear view of the interior. A sign above the entrance proudly displayed the café's name, 'Brew Coffee Bar,' in elegant lettering.

I pushed open the door and stepped inside. The interior was cozy and inviting, with a counter to my left where pastries and coffees were displayed. Tables and chairs were arranged neatly, and the soft hum of background music created a relaxing atmosphere. I looked around for Mom but didn't see her. She was probably in the kitchen, preparing for the day.

I chose a seat at one of the tables and picked up a menu, curious about what the café offered. As I was about to settle in, a young man approached me. He appeared to be around 19 or 20, with tousled dark hair and a friendly smile. His casual attire-a t-shirt and jeans-contrasted with the café's more polished look.

Hello, Can I get you something?" he asked.

I looked up, a bit surprised. "Oh, I'm not here to order anything. I'm actually here to visit my mom. She runs this café."

Shiv's eyes widened slightly. "Oh, okay. Hi, I'm Shiv. I haven't seen you before. Are you new here?"

I smiled, "hello! I'm priti . Yes, this is my first time visiting. Just moved here recently."