JOURNEY FROM YOU TO US

✦ | CHAPTER 32 | ✦

Vennela's POV

I was just having a great as well as hectic day in my head office, the cognitive designs company office in Delhi was so aesthetic and my cabin was over everything. But what hurt more was in this office, I got to think more like an engineer than an architect even though I wasn't an engineer. My brain was spindling with a thousand knots, so many calls, so many emails, so much hustle. In those many hectic days, my love was on at night completely. Karthik was always there giving me much relaxation, yet lovely his own composed stories, ever since that I always asked him to compose a love story telling a situation to him. I am so damn excited about today's night because he will resume yesterday's story. It's already been a week since I came here.

My first days became mad for me, my friends, Neha and Anyaa were always there for me in those days. We make night maggie, and one of them is gonna get married to a Delhi-based jewelry merchant's son. That's the level of Anyaa, we are going to meet her fiencè next week. She is a self-made senior Architect in our company even though her dad is in business. They talked to Karthik too, he was a little shy as always because he believes in intrivertism with strangers.

It's evening 6 and still I am thinking about Karthik standing for 2 hours to draw the sketches. Message chimes.

"Papa" new calling (dear)

"Cheppu Nanna" I called him dad in a satirical manner.

"Bagoledhu pileupu" he replied (it's not nice addressing)

"Sare, tarvata matladuta" he is making me laugh but to maintain the official decorum in the office, I said I would talk later. He saw it and didn't respond.

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"Ma'am we have a meeting," said Shreyal, shit man why another meeting. To be honest, this is a drama of our office to organize meets, call the architects and chit chat, and come to the topic after an hour.

My mind is drained. Thankfully Neha passed me an energy drink can. Red Bull. Hahaha

The meeting was over, we all three girls, sat in Anyaa's car and started our journey. To our apartment. "Baby Baby..... Aha" Neha hums

"Yaar Neha Tu bhi ek dhund leti," she said, I didn't understand. (dude, Neha why don't you find someone)

"Girls speak in English," I said.

"Okay I was saying why won't Neha find somebody?" said Anyaa.

"I will, someone, haha a, in your wedding," she said and gave me a hi5. We laughed with little jokes to reach our apartment.

"Fuck!" exclaimed Anya.

"What happened??" I came in a hurry from my room.

"The milk, shit shit shit, we didn't take the packets, it's gone, the fuck!" she said.

"Doodh hi to chahiye na, blinKit me maangalenge" I understood it. So I didn't ask for a translation.

"What Vennela, you are also understanding our Hindi?" in a thick Haryanvi accent.

"Yes I understood this," I said.

I went to the washroom, to have a chill shower, and had a headbath too. Why not relax my mind, I thought but having a headbath in winter is very mad of me. I left that thing and went to ask for a dryer. It was already kept on the sofa in the living room, I thought I would call them, anyway they won't mind much because I don't bother them much. Simple.

"Neha, I am using your dryer," I said

"Yeah use, no problem," she said.

"Vennela, your husband is calling," she said.