Sannidhi Murthy is a matchmaker. She swears she is one from the time she was just a baby. You can ask her aunt and uncle for details if you want. After all, she brought them together.
She sets up all of her friends with their 'perfect partners'. And...
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Surya
I look down to see the time on my wristwatch. 5: 45 PM. I look back up at the scene in front of me. A man stands in a park with his hands held back as he proudly stares at a little girl playing in the playground.
The little girl wore a soft glittery pink princess dress and a pair of matching shoes. She giggles as she pushes herself to go higher in the air.
"Princess, its time to go home." The man says taking a step closer to her.
Princess. He calls her princess.
"Papa, no. More please." She pouts, her delicate brows forming a frown the swing coming to a slow stop.
"But Mama will be waiting for us." He kneeled before her squeezing her chubby cheeks and placing a kiss on it.
"We can tell her there was traffic." She winks at her father, face beaming at her idea.
Of course, like father, like daughter. He raised a little liar. Who am I kidding, her mother is like that too. Lying and deceiving runs in her blood.
But of course, her father is proud of the little minx. He pats her head and goes behind her as he slowly pushes her again.
His daughter laughs again and tells her father about her day in school and every little thing she did. He listens to her intently and smiles proudly when she tells him she opened her lunch box by herself without asking help from her teacher at lunchtime.
He tells her that he is proud.
He tells her to make more friends and ask them to come over to their house to play during the weekends.
He tells her that it wasn't her fault that she spilled the juice in her bag.
He tells her that she's perfect.
He tells her everything that I wished that I'd heard from him.
My phone vibrates in my pocket making me break look away from the father- daughter duo.
Anjali, my grandfather's assistant just sent a text.
'Sir looks *angry emoji*. Locked himself in his cabin. '
Looks like the meeting with the shareholders did not go as well as planned.
I type back, 'Alright, keep a close eye on him.'
'*salute emoji* boss *laptop emoji* girl emoji * sweat emoji*'
I cringe at her excess emoji texts and look back to where my car is parked. I slowly walk back towards it.
Things in India are not going as good as my mother and grandfather are try to convince me. A few board members were going behind grandpa's back and trying to overthrow him from the company he built from scratch. Elite projects were slipping from our hands straight to our enemies' hands. And those projects we got, were getting delayed or falling apart. Even the engineers were as confused as our team. But I knew what was happening. Or rather who was behind all this. And I would put an end to all this.
