One Shots (Desi Edition)

4. NRI Diaries (E2N)

Y/n stepped off the plane, her heels clicking against the polished airport floor. As she made her way through the bustling Chennai International Airport, her eyes scanned the surroundings.

Amidst the crowd, a commotion caught her attention. Airport staff scrambled to fix a broken luggage cart, causing a temporary delay for the weary travelers. Y/n sighed impatiently, her lips curling into a disapproving frown. Under her breath, she muttered a string of critical remarks about the inefficiency of the airport.

Just as she reached the exit, a man holding a sign with her name on it caught her eye. He was her assigned driver, sent by her family to pick her up. With an air of superiority, Y/n approached the driver, her voice laced with impatience.

"Finally," she snapped, her tone dripping with annoyance. "Took you long enough. I hope you're more punctual in the future."

The driver, maintaining his composure, greeted her with a polite smile. "Welcome, ma'am. I apologize for any inconvenience. Shall we proceed to your destination?"

Y/n nodded, her eyes scanning the surroundings. As she walked towards the waiting car, she couldn't help but let her frustration spill over. "Can you believe the state of this airport? It's a disgrace. They can't even fix a simple luggage cart."

Unbeknownst to her, a young man named Surya stood nearby, his curiosity piqued by Y/n's audacious remarks. Intrigued by her confident demeanor and the critical tone in her voice, he couldn't resist his urge.

With a mischievous smile playing on his lips, he approached Y/n, his voice laced with a hint of challenge. "Excuse me, miss. I couldn't help but overhear your conversation. I think you should be a bit more empathetic and understanding. Things don't always go the way the want it to."

Y/n turned to face him, her eyebrows raised in surprise. "And who are you to lecture me?" she retorted, a trace of defensiveness creeping into her voice. "I know what I'm talking about. This airport needs major improvements."

He replied, "I have to disagree. They're constantly evolving and improving to provide a better travel experience. You are just a critic."

Y/n let out an exasperated sigh, feeling the tension in the air. "Ugh, I don't want to talk anymore. I'm just getting out of here," she said, her voice laced with frustration.

Without wasting any more time, Y/n got into the car and instructed the driver to go.

Surya's smile grew wider as he waved a hand dismissively. "Oh, of course, Y/n. We wouldn't want to waste any more time with our enlightening discussion," he replied, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

Y/n rolled her eyes, her patience wearing thin. She swiftly reached for the window controls, determined to shut out Surya's snide remarks. With a swift press of a button, the windows closed, creating a barrier between them.

As she settled into the car, Y/n turned to the driver, a look of relief on her face. "Could you please turn on the AC? It's so hot in here," she requested, her voice tinged with annoyance.

The driver nodded understandingly and adjusted the temperature settings, allowing a refreshing burst of cool air to fill the car. Y/n leaned back in her seat, grateful for the relief from the stifling heat.

As the car began to move, Y/n couldn't help but voice her complaints. "It's always so hot in this city. I can't stand it," she grumbled, her frustration evident in her tone.

The driver nodded sympathetically, offering a small smile. "I understand, ma'am. The weather can be quite challenging at times. But don't worry, we'll keep the AC on for your comfort," he assured her, his voice soothing.