Loving the Nightmare ✅

Chapter : 2

Misha's POV:

"Miss Misha Arora, you've executed this flawlessly. It's precisely what I envisioned for my office." praised Mr. Mehta, my client.

"Thank you. I'm delighted to hear that." I replied.

Mr. Mehta, who is involved in real estate, collaborated with the company I work for to design his building. While my colleagues handled the interiors of the building, I was tasked with designing his office to match his preference for a traditional look. Although traditional isn't my usual style, I gave it my best effort, and it seems I've finally earned appreciation for my hard work. Thank goodness.

Leaving his office with a sense of relief, I couldn't help but feel lighter. I had been a bit tense about the designs I presented. My colleagues had warned me that he was a meticulous man who had already requested numerous changes. Regardless, I was happy that he had finally approved the designs.

Walking toward the parking area outside Mr. Mehta's office, I noticed my colleague and friend, Pranita, engrossed in a phone conversation.

"Let's go," I said, opening the car door.

As I was about to sit inside, I realized she hadn't noticed me and was still typing.

"Pranita, let's go," I called, making her startle.

"Huh? Yeah. Sorry, I didn't notice you," she said as she settled into the car.

Did she really not hear me? Can people get that absorbed while chatting? Maybe. But I guess it's a bit too much—and too dangerous as well.

I sighed and started the car, only to be greeted by heavy traffic. The journey felt painfully slow. Pranita remained silent, so I decided to break the silence.

"Mr. Mehta liked my designs."

A smile appeared on her face, probably because of the messages on her phone rather than my words.

She didn't hear me again.

I chose to ignore it and focused on the slow-moving traffic ahead.

"Sorry. You said something. What was it?" she asked, putting her phone on her lap now that her boyfriend had ended the chat. Finally, an opportunity for her to have a conversation with me.

"Nothing much. I just said the traffic is pretty heavy today." I replied, not wanting to talk about it anymore.

As a friend, she should have asked about my meeting today, especially when she knew how important it was to me. Even though I had told her, she didn't pay any attention to it.

"Yeah, it is." she agreed and then her phone rang again.

As her phone lit up, I braced myself for another round of romantic and cheesy conversations. Irritated, I shifted my attention to the window, regretting bringing her along. But as a colleague, it had seemed necessary.

The traffic was already frustrating and her continuous chatter only added to my irritation. I don't mind her talking to her boyfriend but did it have to be the entire time especially when she had a friend sitting beside her?

A memory surfaced from high school when a friend suggested that I might be jealous of girls who had boyfriends because I didn't have one.

I still think about that statement.

Am I really jealous?

The truth is, I don't want a boyfriend. The person I love has always been committed and I've never been interested in anyone else.

Speaking from personal experience I've often had friends who prioritized their boyfriends over our friendship and it hurt me every time. I've often wondered if this is common behavior or something unique to my circle. Regardless, I've never found a definite answer.