| 𝔉𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔢𝔡 |
Though they are poles apart and are rather involved with different people, Aditya and Nandini discover how easy it is for them to fall in love with each other.
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Coming across each other in the exo...
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When Nandini woke up on Saturday morning, it was with the knowledge that she had an exciting weekend coming right up. Yes, her mortal enemy and a part-time friend would also be there, accompanying her, but she might shun his irksome, sarcastic remarks and only be accepting of the nice things he could potentially come up with, which, let's face it, had transpired ever so rarely.
An avid lover of gardening and having potted many a plant on the vast balcony she was a proud owner of, she picked her watering can and went about, pouring water in the tub full of carnations before moving to the bed of roses and finally stopping by the peonies. The potted palm needed trimming too, and she was about to head towards the patio closet to fetch the scissors when the phone tucked in her shorts pocket vibrated.
The number flashing on her screen was from the call box at the coded entrance. Picking it up, wondering who had come to meet her on a Saturday morning, she said, "Hello?"
Static crackling from the other side until she heard him loud and clear. "Hey! It's me. Aditya. I am outside your building."
Scowling, she glimpsed at the time on her phone's screen. He was an hour earlier than whatever Piyali had intimated to her. "Oh! Yeah, letting you in." Punching in the code in her phone, she disconnected the call, mentally making a note never to have a third person communicate such important things. "Now, he will come in," she abandoned the watering can, "and he will see that I am not ready," she strode towards the living room, "and he will give me lengthy sermons about some random shit."
Huffing, she turned down the volume of the TV, which was blaring out the latest Bollywood tunes, and went to the door when a knock reverberated. Putting up a bright smile, she opened the door and was not shocked to see his brows furrow after glancing at her once over.
"Please come in, Aditya," she said in an overly saccharine tone.
"Why the fuck are you not ready?"
Groaning at the hostility in his cadence, tugging at her hair in frustration, she motioned for him to enter. "I can't fight at 9 o'clock in the morning. Just come in, alright?"
Pursing his lips, he went in. "Miss Car Murderer, please tell me why on Earth are you not ready?"
Scrunching her nose, she plopped down on the couch, patting the spot next to her, which he took without saying a word. "Piyali told me you would come to pick me up at 10. Not 9."
"Piyali told me to pick you up at 9:30. I agree I came in half an hour earlier than proposed, but don't you think you should've been ready? I don't have all day. So, please get started."
"In a minute."
He watched on as she furrowed her brows at a notepad on the center table. It was a bit tilted, and she wasted no time in straightening it. Discerning that the disorderly notepad bothered her way too much, he snickered. "Never-ending OCD."
