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 my phone charger and shoving it into my tote bag, before rushing in front of my mirror to comb my hair.
I whimpered as I wildly tried to de-tangle my hair ends in a hurry, turning around to check the time on my bedside clock for the umpteenth time. I was so late.
"Fuck this," I muttered as I shoved the comb into my tote bag and pinned my hair up with a claw clip hurriedly. As I walked outside my room and rushed straight towards the main door with my tote bag already on my shoulder, Anjoli called me out from behind.
"Oye ruk!"
I groaned as I turned around to glare at her. "Tune phir pichhe se awaz maari?" I stomped towards the small dining table and plopped down to wait for 5 minutes.
"You were leaving empty stomach." Anjoli reasoned out, as she passed me a cup of coffee and a plate of butter cookies towards me. I happily grabbed the cup and took a sip, sighing in delight. "Itna jaldi kyun macha rahi hai? Sanket is driving you today, isn't he?"
I nodded as I dipped the cookie in the coffee. "Yeah, and he hates tardiness. You don't know him, he will actually leave me behind if he doesn't find me standing outside."
Anjoli shook her head and just then my phone rang displaying his name. I quickly chugged down the somewhat hot coffee in one go, coughing loudly but still rushing to wear my pumps. Still hissing, I turned around to wave goodbye to my friend, who stood wide-eyed at my antics. "Bye, babygirl. See you tomorrow? Bye, bye, bye!"
I practically stabbed the down arrow button outside the elevator shaft, waiting for the stupid lift to come up.
"Aise lift jaldi toh nahi aa jaayegi na?" Ashish appeared beside me, looking every bit of handsome and amused.
"Kya pata aa jaaye?" I muttered and right then the elevator doors dinged open and I shot Ashish a smug look. He rolled his eyes and entered the lift behind me, petting the little kitten sitting inside the lift. I crouched down beside it, not touching, but cooing at it. "Aw, tere bhai behen aur maa kidhar hai, hm?" The kitten meowed and went to snuggle Ashish's leg, betraying me. I stood up and looked ahead with a blank look, ignoring Ashish's laughter.
As we reached the ground floor, I marched outside after nodding at Ashish, trying to spot Sanket's black BMW. I did spot it coming towards me, and I blinked twice because I thought I saw someone at the passenger seat. As the car rolled in front of me, I quickly sat in the backseat, trying not to scream because apparently my life is a fucking cliché.
Varshith Kashyap was sitting on the passenger seat.
"Right on time today, Anchal." Sanket commented as he took a U-turn, smirking for a reason I don't know.
