Aadriti's Pov:-
"Do you like Messi?" I asked and he looked at me with confused face. "What?" he asked not understanding my sudden question.
"I'm asking if you like Messi" I asked again and he leaned forward on the table placing his hand under his chin.
"By Messi, you mean...? The football player?" he said and I nodded. "Yes...I really like football and I'm a big fan of Messi" he said and I smiled.
"Of course, I like Messi too. He's a great player, he's got a lot of spirit" I said and he nodded. "Right? He's got a lot of spirit, which is why I like him" he said and I smiled.
"Yes, well.....so should we start by getting your measurements?" he said and I nodded. I got up and he started taking my measurements again. My height is 5'7, my weight is 65.6 kg and so on.
He sat back on his seat and said, "I don't have any special instructions for you. Just basic healthy eating habits. It's more important to look towards the long-run instead of short-term gain,...so come and register once you've made up your mind"
He said and I nodded, if I want to see him often then I have to register for the weight loss program. I came out of the clinic after bidding him bye and looked at my file and my eyes widened.
[Diet + therapy = Basic plan Rs 7500/ month]
"7500 per month, oh my god, it's so expensive" I mumbled but suddenly his photo on the file smiled at me sand, "Come and register Aadriti"
I closed my eyes and shook my head to remove tis thoughts. I only went today to just look at him properly, I won't come here again. I am a weightlifter why do I have the need to weight lose beyond my lifting category.
Par dil nahi manta na isiliye here I am sitting in my room after training counting my money which I have saved from my pocket money.
"What the fuck just 3000 rupess, pichle 11 mahine me mai itna he bacha pai. Well aisa bhi nhi hai ki pata 10000n rupay dete h muje pocket money me" I said to myself and closed my eyes remembering where I spent my money.
"Par paise gaye kahan oh haan chachu ka birthday tha last month, Why did I get him a fall jacket I should have just given him socks" I mumbled and kept the money inside my purse as I heard my roommate coming inside the room.
What should I do? I need 4500 more to register. Should I ask papa to pay me for the work I've done for him? Or should I just tell him I need weightlifting shoes? Okay, all right! Weightlifting shoes it is!
Weightlifting shoes! NO.... I cannot ask him for money not after hearing his conversation with chachu this morning.
"FLASHBACK
Just plaster it..." chachu said annoyingly looking at papa taping the old scooty. "Your scooty is almost dead, let's just buy a new one" he said and papa scoffed.
"Why would I buy a new one? I can use this for another 10 years" he said and caressed the lights of the scooty.
"I never mentioned it before, but it's humiliating to go on deliveries on this" chachu said and papa just sighed.
"You know the situation Darsh I need to pay Aadriti's fees, then the rent of the shop and my dialysis treatment fees, it's just too much this month" papa said and chachu sighed.
"Aadriti, What are you doing here? go to your university it's almost time for roll call" papa scolded and I nodded.
"Tell your papa to buy new scooter" chachu said to me and papa glared at him. "Be quiet and shut that mouth of yours! Why don't you go out and make money yourself? You're always playing an extra and never getting paid for it!"
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Our Youth:- Ambitions and Love
RandomAadriti Joshi, a athelete majoring in weightlifting is a very hot headed girl. She loves her family, friends and weightlifting the most. She never thought she can ever like someone and when she does it creates a lot of chaos and a big life lessons. ...
