I spoke to her

The inspection at work ended rather quickly, and to my surprise, they praised us for our hard work. They even decided to grant us raises and also give us an incentive just to appreciate our hard work. I couldn't help but feel thrilled with the extra money in my pocket. As I looked at those extra earnings, my thoughts immediately turned to buying a new kurta for her. Now, you might find it a bit funny, but if my mom could read my thoughts at that moment, I'd be in serious trouble!

Of course, I had plans to get something nice for my mom as well. She had always been there for me, and I couldn't ignore her love and sacrifices. But deep down, I knew she wouldn't be too thrilled if she found out that I was prioritizing a girl I had recently met over her. Frankly, I'd be pretty upset if I son did something like that. It's a tricky balance, showing appreciation to the people we care about, both old and new.

In my heart, I hoped that they would get along well. I wanted to take care of them both with all my heart, making sure neither felt neglected. It was a promise to myself to cherish the people who mattered most to me, whether they were there from the beginning or had just walked into my life. Although, I might seem like a very chill person, deep down after all that my mother went through I just hoped the person I marry would treat her like a queen and no less.

During our break, I headed over to the "chai corner" with the hope of finding her, but when I got there, she was busy serving the customers. I couldn't help but feel a tinge of uneasiness. It was strange, but I didn't like the idea of her working so hard. Maybe it was because I had grown up watching my mother toil and endure the pressures of this patriarchal society.

My mother had always worked hard and faced not just societal expectations but also the challenges posed by her health. Seeing her struggle, I wanted nothing more than for her to rest and enjoy a peaceful life. Now, with my salary increased, I felt like I could take care of three people, couldn't I?

It was a thought that weighed on my mind, and I began to wonder if I could somehow make life easier for both the women I cared about. The concept of providing for them, ensuring their well-being, and offering a chance for them to rest became a deeply rooted desire in my heart. The women in my life had faced their fair share of challenges, and I was determined to change that. It was a promise I made to myself, to be the best son and, if fate allowed, to be the best partner.

Numerous thoughts pop into my head, I thought I was handling them like a genius. Am I a genius? I guess so, but should I be asking myself this question?... With this conflict running in my mind I returned to the site deciding not to disturb her but no one said I could not think about her. So I guess I have to work daydreaming about her.

On y back home, I couldn't resist the urge to sagainre time. She looked absolutely adorable, lost in her thoughts while gazing at the wall. As I approached her, a little dilemma popped into my head. What's the right way to get her attention? Should I just say, "Excuse me," or give the table a gentle tap? I didn't want to come off as rude, and I worried about how she would react. It's funny how even the simplest interactions can make your heart race, especially when you're trying to talk to someone you love without knowing how they will respond.

After a moment of deep inner thought, I made a decision. It's in these small moments of uncertainty that we find the courage to take a step forward. In this case, I was taking a step toward the girl who had captured my heart. I wanted to speak to her, to get to know her better, and to understand the thoughts that filled her mind. With that determination in my heart, I approached her, hoping that our meeting would be the beginning of something beautiful.

I stood right in front of her, my gaze fixed on her. She must have sensed my presence because she shifted her attention from the wall to me. It was a promising start, right? I continued to look at her, and she looked back at me. At that moment, it felt as if the whole world had frozen for a brief second.

Her eyes were big and beautiful, but they also held a hint of weariness. I couldn't help but notice that she seemed tired like she had been carrying a heavy burden. But her gaze was soft and kind, drawing me in. As I was busy studying her, absorbed in our silent connection, someone called out to her.

That person, whoever they were, had the unfortunate timing of interrupting our silent "staring competition." If only I knew how to fight, I might have shown him a thing or two! But the reality was, that we had to break our gaze, and although I'd like to think I won the competition, there were no real winners here.

He was very irritating towards her and his annoying behavior was getting on my nerves, and I could feel my anger rising. I started walking towards him, thinking of giving him a piece of my mind. But then, out of the blue, she completely lost her temper. She threw a heavy steel glass onto the floor, shattering the silence and startling everyone, myself included. We were all left bewildered, not knowing how to react. The guy who had been irritating her made a quick escape in fear of her outburst, leaving the rest of us in stunned silence.

Chachi wisely chose not to intervene in the girl's outburst or comment on her fit. It seemed like she grasped the reasons behind the girl's anger, recognizing that the guy had it coming. Chachi calmly signaled the girl to resume her work and assured everyone that the situation was in hand, effectively diffusing the tension and restoring a sense of order.

To avoid making the situation more awkward, I decided it was time to leave. So, I just said "here" to her and handed over the money for the tea. Without looking back at her, I walked away. It was a small step, but I hoped that it wouldn't be our last encounter. There was something about her that had captured my heart, and I was determined to find out more about the girl who had become such an intriguing part of my life.

And that is how you make progress. Right?