Delhi or Dilli-bustling streets, endless chai tapris, and a city where dreams are both made and broken. In this chaos, Anchal is focused on her career, dodging her parents' shaadi ki baatein, while Varshith, a perfectionist set to inherit his father...
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| Unexpected Passengers |
"I'm so so so fucked!" I mumbled as I ran around my room in a hurry, grabbing whatever deemed important enough for my upcoming trip. I tripped over my bagpack and fell on my knees, screaming in pain. "Fuck!"
"Earthquake again-oh it's you-Shit!" Anjoli stood against the doorframe open-mouthed, staring at the mess in my room open-mouthed. "Yeh kya kar rakha hai apne room ka?"
I smiled at her from the floor sheepishly. My room was a mess and by a mess, I meant half-opened suitcase on the floor, clothes draped over chairs, on the floor, closet opened and an endless debate in my head. It's September. The weather in my hometown is going to be unpredictable. I picked up a blue and a yellow kurti from the bed and showed her. "Which one is better?"
Anjoli shot me a look. "The blue one. And why are you packing like you're moving there permanently?"
"Bro, you should never trust your brown parents when it comes to visiting their hometown."
Anjoli shrugged and shifted my clothes from the bed before plopping down. "Need help?" Before I could agree, "of course, you do. But are you sure that this mess has nothing to do with the fact that a certain VP-in-waiting will also be there?" She smirked, folding the blue kurti neatly and keeping it aside.
I snorted and stood up, wincing when my knee wobbled. "Trust me, Varshith Kashyapis the least of my worries." I defended, ignoring the thumping in my chest at the prospect of seeing that charming guy everyday for the upcoming days.
Anjoli mimicked my snort. "Sure, keep telling yourself that." She bit her lip and looked around. "So you're going for two weeks, na?" I nodded. "And you're fine with repeating your clothes." I nodded again. "Okay, so let's pack for only one week and-are you keeping formals too?"
I thought about that. "No, I don't think I'll need them. I want to pack mostly Indian wear to match the vibe but a pair or two of casuals will be safe."
She nodded in agreement with my words. "That'll be good. So have you chosen your clothes yet?" I pointed at the mess beside her and she glanced there. "Oh, that's a lot. My advice will be packing kurtis of the fabrics which doesn't to be ironed." I gasped at her suggestion. That was actually right. My village doesn't have electricity issues as much as it had before, but ironing clothes was still a task in general, so I pulled out those while she put away the rest in my closet neatly. "Did you put your night wear? Also an extra set of undergarments?" I hummed in agreement before folding two pairs of casual decent crop tops with jeans.
"You're such an angel, bro." I groaned in relief as I stared at my packed suitcase after half an hour.
Anjoli waved me off. "I'm such an expert in that. When I was a teen, I always wanted to visit my Dadi to get away from my house. So, I used to pack days prior and it kind of became a second nature."
