My fingers are floundering through the keyboard as I continued my endeavor in this new yet cozy office. The people here are unaware of me being the heir of this company's owner, which I prefer better than to be given a spotlight for being something I have absolutely no control over to determine.

Only the manager here knows about my true identity and even so, I requested him to not break it out to other employees. He, being a good man, conceded my words.

My colleagues here have been so supportive and friendly, they almost made me feel like I'm in my former one. Still, without my dearest friend Geetha, the office environment felt distinct. The woman cried torrents when I notified her about my resignation. Also, I confessed all the problems that had led me to perform this. She was stunned to hear that but was very understanding to my great relief.

Cracking my knuckles, I let out a tired yawn. The position I've got in this office is almost the same as my previous one but with extra work. I'm coping well though!

Anyways, the end of duty hours expired, and I begin jamming my stuff in my handbag to evacuate from here. Once done with packing, I saunter outside, accompanied by my new friends.

Regu and Sri Devi. They both are natives of Karnataka. So primarily, our communication would be in English.

Plus, they are married couples and have an adorable seven-year-old kid named Rashi dev. Moreover, the apartment I'm staying in is just opposite theirs, thus, I certainly have gotten quite close with that little fellow and his parents.

The couples hop in their car meanwhile I settle myself in mine. Dad transported my car soon after I had arrived here.

Driving through the busy roads of Bangalore, after almost fifteen minutes, I reaches my apartment. The couples would pick up their son on the way, therefore, they usually would be delayed.

After parking my car, I make my way inside and cage myself in the elevator. The door divides as soon as it gets to the fourth floor.

My foot drove me through the corridor and shortly after a few seconds, I enter my flat and shut off the door.

The fake facade falls down as I slid myself against the door and let my tears slip down, freely.

I miss him.

We haven't even got the chance to bid bye. My dad had been stubborn in keeping us isolated from each other in every way that he withheld my desperation to look at Vicky for the last time before my departure.

Here, though I retain a normal demeanor outside, I can't refrain myself from crying once I'm alone.

His face...his smile...his carefree nature...his love and craving for me. Just everything about him is torturing my head.

I didn't know that I loved him to this extent...

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It's been one week!

One whole freaking week since I have lost myself and my happiness,

My Thikki...

I didn't realize she had this much impact on me. I never anticipated that her presence alone had meant so much to me, until now as she has gone.

I sit numbly in my classroom, absentmindedly listening to the last lecture of the day. I know this sounds weird, but I'm seeing Thikki everywhere.

I feel like she is near me always. I know,! It sounds absurd but it's what the truth is...

As the class gets over, I stroll outside without any care in this world. My head is spinning with Thikki's thoughts. "What has gotten into you, Vicky..." I hear Nikki's voice beside me but I didn't pause my legs from striding. I don't feel like talking.

"Dude stop!" Nithin catches up to me once I attain near my car. No, one of uncle's cars.

Ignoring him, I strive to unlock my car door but all three of my friends round me in. Sighing, I swivel to them. "What is wrong with you...?" Kirti touches my arms. She has returned to her natural self recently.

"You are behaving so weird. We thought you would become normal eventually! But you are still appearing as if you had gone through a breakup!!" At Nikki's voice, I lift my head to look her dead in the eyes. Not a breakup, but a forced separation.

"Vicky, If you don't mind me asking, does this has something to do with... Thikshitha Akka?" Kirti questions, making my twin friends frown. "What happened to her?" Nithin narrows his eyes on Kirti.

"Is she ill, is that why you are sad and not speaking to us? She will be okay Vicky. Please don't be like this." Nikki says, her eyes wetting. Oh no...

I lean back in the car and tiredly run a palm down my face. This is the time that I reveal my secret I guess...

"I love Thikki" I mumble, staring dejectedly ahead of my friends. "Of course you love her." Nithin comments, misinterpreting my words.

"Yeah.." Nikki drags, confusedly. "Guys, he didn't mean what you are thinking he does. What he intends to say is, he is in love with her." Kirti explains and I avert my gaze to her while she gives me an assuring blink of her eyes.

Nikki and Nithin took a moment to digest the fact.

And when they did so...

"Damn that's crazy!" Nikki's mouth was wide open in shock.

"That's strange" Nithin murmurs, with a deep thinking countenance.

After a long instance of silence, Nikki spoke up. "So you love her...hm...that's a good thing actually. But why are you sad?" She grabs my shoulders, inquiring that.

Taking in a breath, I stare at my eager friends and let them get a flash of all that had happened with me and Thikki.

I edited out the romantic and abduction parts.

In the end, Nikki had her eyes welled up, Nithin stood speechless and Kirti seemed to contemplate my utterances.

"That's so cruel of her dad... At least he should have allowed you to speak through mobile. I feel so bad for you" Nikki grips my palm and squeezes it.

"I can understand your feelings Vicky but see, no father would like to give their daughter to a boy. I'm sure that is the reason why he must have done this. In these upcoming years, you will improve a lot and would someday be a refined man Vicky! Her dad wants that. He expects you to be a responsible person..." If it was any other time, I would have snapped back.

However, now I analyzed her messages.

"I agree" Nithin nods approving of Kirti's statements.

"I get it but I miss my Thikki so much" Suddenly, I was embraced in a tight hug by Nikki. Nithin and Kirti joined in. I really made good friends.

Anyways, will Thikki be missing me as much as I do?

Reaching my home, I flopped onto my bed and cried. I can't govern it. Nothing feels right without Thikki in my life.

Time to test my creative skills! My 4th semester has been commenced and it has my all compassion cause it's chiefly practical.

Let me say!

We have Advanced 3d modeling, advanced animation techniques, and visual development.

Few others are theories.

The pragmatic part, it's freaking interesting!! I even designed my Thikki's anime look alike and I swear, I've never been so proud of myself.

Things have been steadied now...

I've been attending my classes very well and has been spending adequate time with my friend too.

But still, I'm missing my Thikki...I can't wait to see her!!

"You brat!" I jog around the living room, chasing this little monster named Rashi Dev.

This kid is indeed a doppelganger of my little Vicky.

"No I don't want to study" he screams and sprints behind the couch while I exhaustedly slump on it. I've been trailing behind him for a handful of minutes!

Plus, I'm his tutor for nearly one month now. So, it's actually my job to make him study. His parents requested me to handle his studies because he wasn't being cooperative when they attempted to teach him. I had also accepted it thinking this would get my mind off Vicky.

However, this sneaky little brat keeps on reminding me about Vicky, and in fact, I love it! I feel happy...

"Are you tired?" Devu reclines beside me on the couch. "Yes, and I feel like crying" I fake sobs and cover my face.

"Is it because of me?" He asks innocently.

"Yes! My legs are hurting due to running behind you" I say in a small voice.

"Sorry...we can study now. I won't run again" his soft voice made me peek in through my fingers.

He is staring at me with those naive eyes of his, one that keeps on flooding my little Vicky's face.

"It's okay Devuu" I ruffle his hair lovingly while he nods his head and rushes to the opposite couch where his backpack rests upon.

Life seems better.

All it needs to make it best is, Vicky.

He better be thinking, missing, and loving me right now. I don't know, but something in me says he really does those things. I trust him.

My idiot!

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