CHAPTER 9: All New Episode of Alone and Hungry!
Amrita:
The next day.
Our flight to London was very early today, so the family and I had just enough time to grab a cup of coffee and bolt to the airport.
The plan was for the rest of my family to catch the connecting flight back home, whereas I had decided to stay back in London for a few days before I joined them in India.
Dev kept a strict ten feet distance between us and avoided looking at me at all costs. He made sure I knew that he was treating me like I wasn't there.
"Look at him, Amay." I said at the airport.
"I know. He won't even talk to me about it."
We quickly checked in our luggage and boarded the flight. My heart did a little jump when I saw an empty seat next to Dev and I approached him by default. Without even looking at me, he slammed his backpack onto the seat and said, "Vihaan's coming here."
Feeling like shit, I plopped myself next to Amay.
Understanding my silence, he rested his head on my shoulder and gave my hand a reassuring squeeze.
We got to London by 10:30 am and had just about half a day to relax before our flight to India.
Since my graduation was over, the magazine had given me two months vacation before I would return as a full time journalist. This came in perfect timing as a trip back to India where I could spend time with my whole family was just what I needed.
"Dev, it was so nice of you to join us, kandha. I hope you had fun." Ma said, before parting ways at the airport.
"Yes Aunty, thank you so much for including me." He replied.
"We really wish you could come to India with us too. Try no, to make it sometime later?"
"Oh no, aunty. I think I have exhausted all my leaves for a good year. I have a lot of work to catch up on." He smiled.
"Okay, bye Chinna. See you very soon." Ma said, kissing him on his forehead.
The family said their goodbyes to Dev and then he was gone, without another glance at me.
I spent about an hour with the gang at the airport, which was 80% Avni and Amay comforting me, and 20% Ma looking at me like I was a sick patient.
For some reason, this whole trip had somewhat changed something in me, and things just didn't feel the same anymore. Knowing what to do next, I made my way home.
I was greeted by the mouth watering scent of sweet corn soup (aka my favourite) which was being made by Emily (God bless). Not able to resist, I dumped my bags at the door and straight away dove into the kitchen without as much as a hello or hi.
"Someone seems hungry." Emily chuckled.
"You bet. The last meal I had was dinner last night!" I said and poured myself three- people's worth of soup.
"Hi." I heard a voice from behind me, and without hesitation, I quickly realised to whom it belonged to.
"Hey." I said softly.
"How was your trip? Did you have fun?" Noah asked.
"I did. It was awesome." I said flatly.
"That doesn't seem like the tone of someone who enjoyed themselves." Noah stated, raising an eyebrow.
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An Extremely Exaggerated Account Of My Pointless Life
ChickLitThis is the sequel to "The Perks Of Being An Indian Bride." Be sure to read that first :) This is the story of 21 year old Amrita Kashyap, who has begun a new chapter of her life in the United Kingdom. Being around Brits (including hot British men)...