Love triangle ( Part 1 )

The bustling streets of downtown were alive with the rhythm of a typical weekday morning. Amidst the sea of hurried faces, Jay stood out—not just because of his striking appearance, but because he was actually taking his time, savoring his walk to work.

At 22, Jay was still adjusting to the novelty of being a young professional. His dark brown hair, artfully tousled, gave him an effortless charm that turned heads. As he navigated the crowded sidewalk, his captivating eyes—a warm, rich brown—sparkled with amusement at the urban chaos around him.

Jay’s phone buzzed in his pocket, probably another email from his new boss. He’d only been at the firm for a few weeks, but already he was making waves with his quick wit and innovative ideas. As he reached for his phone, he collided with someone hurrying in the opposite direction.

“Oh, I’m so sorry—” Jay began, then stopped short as he recognized the face looking back at him. “Chavi? Is that you?”

The woman’s eyes widened in surprise, a smile spreading across her face. “Jay! Oh my god, it’s been forever!”

Chavi stood before him, a vision of modern confidence. Her silky straight hair, now falling to the middle of her back, was streaked with bold purple highlights. She wore a sleek, professional outfit that spoke of her new career as an architect, but her eyes held the same mischievous spark Jay remembered from their childhood.

“Wow, look at you!” Jay grinned, taking in her transformed appearance. “Last time I saw you, you were still wearing braces and threatening to become a professional skateboarder.”

Chavi laughed, a sound full of life and energy. “And you were that lanky kid who couldn’t stop talking about becoming the next big tech mogul. Seems like we both grew up a bit, huh?”

They stepped to the side of the walkway, the rush of the city fading into the background as they caught up.

“So, Ms. Architect,” Jay teased, “how’s the glamorous world of design treating you?”

Chavi rolled her eyes good-naturedly. “Oh, you know, just living the dream of coffee runs and blueprint revisions. But seriously, I love it. I’m interning at Skyline Designs, and it’s incredible. What about you, Mr. Business Prodigy?”

Jay chuckled, running a hand through his messy hair. “Just started at Fraser & Co. It’s challenging, but in the best way. I feel like I’m finally putting all those late-night study sessions to use.”

As they talked, Jay couldn’t help but notice how much Chavi had changed. Gone was the tomboyish girl he’d known; in her place stood a confident, independent woman. Her eyes sparkled as she spoke about her projects and her life in the city.

“I’m living on my own now,” Chavi said proudly. “It’s a tiny studio, but it’s all mine. No roommates, no parents—just me and my questionable cooking skills.”

Jay laughed. “Some things never change, I see. Remember when you almost burned down the school cafeteria trying to make grilled cheese?”

Their laughter mingled, drawing curious glances from passersby. For a moment, it felt like no time had passed at all.

—

Across town, in a cozy, sunlit parlor, Bansari was starting her day with a serene smile. The scent of herbal shampoos and styling products filled the air as she prepared for her first client.

At 22, Bansari had already made a name for herself in the neighborhood with her skilled hands and gentle demeanor. Her aunt, working at the next station, glanced over with pride as Bansari hummed softly, arranging her tools.

Bansari’s wavy, jet-black hair cascaded down to her waist, a testament to her own expertise. Her warm brown eyes, framed by long lashes, held a depth of kindness that put even the most nervous clients at ease.

As she worked, Bansari thought about the upcoming festival her family was preparing for. She loved how her work at the parlor allowed her to balance her passion with her deep-rooted respect for tradition. Each haircut was a blend of modern style and timeless grace, much like Bansari herself.

A bell chimed as the door opened, and Bansari looked up, her welcoming smile ready to greet the day’s adventures.

The quaint café buzzed with the gentle hum of conversation and the aroma of freshly brewed coffee. Jay sat at a corner table, absentmindedly scrolling through his phone while waiting for his order. He didn’t notice the young woman who had just entered, her wavy black hair swaying as she made her way to the counter.

Bansari placed her order for a chamomile tea, her soft voice barely audible over the café’s ambient noise. As she turned to find a seat, her eyes met Jay’s for a brief moment. She offered a polite smile before settling into a nearby table.

Moments later, a flustered waitress approached, balancing two trays. “One cappuccino and one chamomile tea?” she asked, looking uncertainly between Jay and Bansari.

“Oh, I ordered the cappuccino,” Jay said, just as Bansari chimed in, “The tea is mine.”

The waitress, clearly new and nervous, fumbled with the trays. In a clumsy moment, she set the cappuccino in front of Bansari and the tea before Jay. Both customers blinked in surprise, then caught each other’s eye.

“I’m so sorry!” the waitress exclaimed, mortified. “I’ll fix this right away—”

“No, no, it’s okay,” Jay said quickly, trying to ease her distress. He glanced at Bansari, a hint of amusement in his eyes. “We can switch if you don’t mind?”

Bansari nodded, a shy smile playing on her lips. “Of course, no problem at all.”

As they exchanged drinks, their fingers brushed momentarily, sending a small jolt through both of them. An awkward silence fell as the waitress scurried away, leaving them in a strange, shared moment.

Jay cleared his throat. “Well, that was…”

“Interesting?” Bansari offered, her brown eyes twinkling with suppressed laughter.

They both chuckled, the tension dissipating. “I’m Jay, by the way,” he said, extending his hand.

“Bansari,” she replied, her hand soft in his firm grip. “Nice to meet you, Jay.”

They chatted briefly, the initial awkwardness melting into a pleasant conversation. As they parted ways, both left with a lingering sense of intrigue, wondering if their paths might cross again.

—

Later that week, Chavi strode into Bansari’s parlor, her confident demeanor filling the space. “I need these highlights fixed,” she declared, gesturing to her purple-streaked hair. “They’re uneven and way too brassy.”

Bansari’s aunt, who had done Chavi’s hair, frowned slightly. “I’m sorry you’re not satisfied. Let me take a look—”

“Look?” Chavi interrupted, her voice sharp. “I’ve been looking at it for days. It’s clearly not what I asked for.”

Bansari, overhearing the exchange, stepped in. “Excuse me,” she said politely but firmly, “Is there a problem?”

Chavi turned, her eyes narrowing. “Yes, there is. Your aunt here completely botched my highlights.”

“I’m sure it wasn’t intentional,” Bansari replied, her tone measured. “We always strive for customer satisfaction. Perhaps we can offer a complimentary touch-up?”

“Touch-up?” Chavi scoffed. “This needs a complete redo. And frankly, I’m not sure I trust this place to do it right.”

Bansari felt her patience wearing thin. “I understand you’re upset, but there’s no need for rudeness. We’re professionals here, and we stand by our work.”

The two women faced off, the tension palpable. Eventually, after a heated discussion, Chavi left without a resolution, both she and Bansari harbouring a mutual dislike.

—

As evening fell, Jay found himself at a cozy restaurant, seated across from Chavi. The soft lighting and gentle music created an intimate atmosphere, though both maintained a friendly demeanor.

“Remember when we used to sneak into Mr. Thompson’s orchard to steal apples?” Jay laughed, sipping his wine.

Chavi grinned, her earlier frustration forgotten. “How could I forget? You always insisted on climbing the tallest tree, showing off.”

As they reminisced, Chavi found herself noticing things about Jay she’d overlooked before – the way his eyes crinkled when he laughed, how he ran his hand through his hair when he was thinking. She pushed these thoughts aside, attributing them to the nostalgic mood.

“So, any special someone in your life?” Jay asked casually.

Chavi shook her head, a strange flutter in her chest. “Nah, too busy for that. You?”

“Same here,” Jay replied. “Just focusing on work for now.”

As the night wore on, Chavi felt a warmth that wasn’t entirely due to the wine. She dismissed it as friendship rekindled, unaware of the seed of something deeper taking root.

The sun was setting, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink as Jay and Chavi strolled through the local park. They had just finished dinner at a quaint Indian restaurant, the flavors of home still lingering on their tongues.

“You know,” Jay began, a mischievous glint in his eye, “I still can’t believe you actually ate that entire plate of pani puri in one go back in 8th grade.”

Chavi laughed, the sound echoing in the quiet park. “Oh god, don’t remind me! I thought I was going to explode. Remember how Aunty Meera kept insisting I eat more?”

“Classic Aunty Meera,” Jay chuckled. “Always trying to fatten us up. Speaking of which, did you try the gulab jamun at the restaurant? It tasted just like the ones from that little shop near our school in Mumbai.”

Chavi’s eyes lit up with nostalgia. “Sharma’s Sweet Shop! How could I forget? We used to save up our pocket money all week just to splurge on those on Fridays.”

They found a bench overlooking a small pond and sat down, the memories washing over them like a warm breeze.

“Remember that time during Diwali when we nearly set fire to your mom’s curtains with those sparklers?” Jay asked, grinning at the memory.

Chavi groaned, covering her face with her hands. “Oh no, don’t remind me! Mom was so mad. I think that was the first time I ever heard her swear in English.”

They both burst into laughter, the sound of their mirth scaring a few nearby ducks.

“God, those were the days,” Chavi sighed, leaning back on the bench. “Sometimes I miss it, you know? The chaos, the colors, the constant noise…”

Jay nodded, his expression softening. “Yeah, I know what you mean. It’s different here. Quieter.”

“But good different, right?” Chavi asked, glancing at him sideways.

“Yeah,” Jay agreed, smiling. “Good different.”

A comfortable silence fell between them, broken only by the gentle lapping of water against the pond’s edge.

“So,” Jay said after a while, “how’s the new hair treating you? Still loving the purple?”

Chavi’s expression darkened slightly. “Ugh, don’t even get me started. Remember I told you I got highlights? Well, the salon completely messed it up.”

Jay frowned, turning to face her. “Really? It doesn’t look bad to me.”

“That’s because I’ve been trying to fix it myself,” Chavi grumbled. “You should have seen it right after. It was a disaster. The stylist clearly had no idea what she was doing.”

“Come on, Chavi,” Jay said gently. “I’m sure it wasn’t that bad. Maybe you’re being a bit harsh?”

Chavi shot him a look. “You weren’t there, Jay. The aunt who did my hair was completely unapologetic, and then her niece got involved and… ugh, it was just a mess.”

Jay raised an eyebrow. “Her niece? What happened there?”

“She tried to defend her aunt’s shoddy work,” Chavi explained, rolling her eyes. “As if I don’t know what good highlights should look like.”

Jay listened patiently, then said, “You know, maybe you should give them another chance. It could have just been a bad day. And judging people too quickly… well, that’s not the Chavi I remember.”

Chavi sighed, running a hand through her hair. “I don’t know, Jay. I’m not sure I want to risk it.”

Suddenly, Jay’s face lit up with an idea. “Hey, what if I came with you? Moral support, you know? And who knows, maybe I’ll even get a trim while we’re there.”

Chavi looked at him skeptically. “You? In a salon? Mr. I-cut-my-own-hair-with-kitchen-scissors?”

Jay laughed, playfully shoving her shoulder. “Hey, I’ve grown up since then. Come on, what do you say? It’ll be fun. I’ll even help you pick a new style if you want.”

After a moment’s hesitation, Chavi nodded. “Alright, fine. But if they mess up again, you’re buying me a wig.”

“Deal,” Jay grinned, unaware that he was inadvertently setting the stage for an unexpected encounter.

As they got up to leave, Chavi found herself hyper-aware of Jay’s presence beside her. The way his arm brushed against hers as they walked, the sound of his laughter in the quiet evening air. She pushed the thoughts aside, chalking it up to nostalgia and the romantic atmosphere of the park at twilight.

“So, day after tomorrow? For the salon?” Jay asked as they reached the park exit.

“Sure,” Chavi agreed, a mix of anticipation and nervousness fluttering in her stomach. “It’s a date.”

Jay smiled, oblivious to the weight Chavi had unintentionally put on that last word. “Great! I’ll text you the details. Goodnight, Chavi.”

“Goodnight, Jay,” she replied, watching him walk away, her heart beating just a little faster than usual.

Little did either of them know that their salon adventure would lead them straight to Bansari’s domain, setting the stage for an encounter that would change the course of all their lives.

The bell above the salon door chimed as Jay and Chavi stepped inside. The familiar scent of hair products and the soft hum of hair dryers filled the air. Jay’s eyes scanned the room, landing on a figure that made his breath catch in his throat.

There, at one of the stations, stood Bansari. She was wearing a striking red kurti, adorned with intricate golden embroidery. Delicate jhumkas dangled from her ears, catching the light as she moved. Her jet-black hair cascaded down her back in gentle waves, swaying slightly in the breeze from a nearby fan.

Jay found himself momentarily speechless, his planned greeting dying on his lips. Chavi, oblivious to his reaction, pulled him towards the style books displayed near the entrance.

“Come on, Jay,” she said, flipping through the pages. “Help me pick something.”

As they browsed, Jay couldn’t help but glance up occasionally. Once, he caught Bansari’s eye in the mirror. They shared a small, acknowledging smile before both quickly looked away.

“Hey, what do you think about this?” Chavi asked, pointing to a picture of a short, pixie-style cut. “Remember how I used to wear my hair short when we were kids?”

Jay, finally finding his voice, shook his head. “I don’t know, Chavi. Why don’t you just stick with getting your highlights fixed? Your long hair suits you.”

Chavi rolled her eyes. “God, you’re so boring sometimes. Don’t you ever want to try something new?” A mischievous glint appeared in her eye. “In fact, I dare you to get a short haircut. Like, really short.”

Jay chuckled, running a hand through his thick mop of hair. “Very funny, Chavi.”

But Chavi wasn’t laughing. “I’m serious, Jay. When was the last time you did something spontaneous? You’re always so… safe.”

“I am not,” Jay protested weakly.

“Prove it then,” Chavi challenged. “Get a short haircut. Unless you’re too scared?”

Jay frowned. “I’m not scared, I just—”

“Just what? Too attached to your precious locks?” Chavi teased. “Come on, Jay. Live a little. It’s just hair, it’ll grow back.”

Before Jay could formulate a response, Chavi had already approached Bansari’s aunt, Meera.

“Excuse me,” Chavi said, her tone considerably more polite than during their last encounter. “I’d like to apologize for my behavior the other day. I was wondering if you could fix my highlights today?”

Aunt Meera smiled warmly. “Of course, dear. I’m glad you came back. Please, have a seat.”

As Chavi settled into the chair, she called out to Jay. “Don’t forget your haircut! Bansari can do it, right?”

Bansari, who had just finished with her previous client, nodded. “Of course. Please, sit down,” she said, gesturing to her station.

Jay sat down, still somewhat dazed by the turn of events. Bansari draped a cape around him and studied his hair in the mirror.

“You know,” she said softly, “you don’t have to cut off all this beautiful hair just because your friend dared you.”

Jay met her eyes in the mirror. “I… I don’t?”

Bansari smiled. “How about we compromise? I can give you a cut that’s shorter and more styled, but still leaves some length. It’ll look great on you, I promise.”

Jay nodded, relieved. “That sounds perfect, actually. Thank you.”

As Bansari began to work, they fell into easy conversation. She asked about his job, he inquired about her experience as a hairstylist. The snip of scissors punctuated their words, locks of dark hair falling to the floor.

“So, how do you know Chavi?” Bansari asked, carefully trimming around Jay’s ears.

“Oh, we grew up together in Mumbai,” Jay explained. “We lost touch for a while, but recently reconnected.”

Bansari nodded, a thoughtful expression on her face. “That must be nice, having such an old friend around.”

As the haircut progressed, Jay found himself increasingly at ease in Bansari’s presence. Her gentle touch and soothing voice were calming, and he almost forgot about Chavi’s dare.

Finally, Bansari stepped back. “There,” she said, a note of pride in her voice. “What do you think?”

Jay stared at his reflection, amazed. His hair was indeed shorter, styled in a modern cut that accentuated his features perfectly. “Wow,” he breathed. “It’s… it’s great. Thank you, Bansari.”

Just then, Chavi appeared behind them, her highlights freshly done. Her eyes widened as she took in Jay’s new look.

“That’s it?” she asked, disappointment evident in her voice. “I thought you were going to go short.”

Jay stood up, running a hand through his new haircut. “This is short. Well, shorter. And I like it.”

Chavi frowned. “But that’s not what we agreed on. Why did you listen to her instead of me? You don’t even know her!”

“Chavi,” Jay said, his tone warning. “It’s my hair. And Bansari is a professional.”

They continued to argue as they left the salon, their voices fading as the door closed behind them.

Bansari watched them go, a mix of emotions playing across her face. She couldn’t help but feel a twinge of satisfaction at Jay’s defense of her work, even as she felt a pang of guilt for coming between friends. As she turned back to clean her station, she found herself wondering when—or if—she’d see Jay again.

The bell chimed softly as Jay pushed open the salon door, his heart beating a little faster than usual. He spotted Bansari immediately, her graceful form bent over a client’s hair, scissors snipping away with practiced precision.

She looked up at the sound of the bell, her eyes widening slightly as she recognized him. “Jay! What a surprise. Give me just a moment to finish up here.”

Jay nodded, settling into one of the waiting area chairs. He watched as Bansari put the finishing touches on her client’s hair, her movements fluid and confident. When she was done, she ushered the satisfied customer to the counter before turning to Jay with a warm smile.

“So, what brings you back? Don’t tell me you need another haircut already,” she teased, her eyes twinkling.

Jay chuckled, running a hand through his styled locks. “Actually, I came to thank you. Everyone at work has been complimenting my new look. You were right, it was the perfect compromise.”

Bansari’s cheeks colored slightly at the praise. “I’m so glad you like it. It really does suit you.”

“Yeah, well, you clearly know what you’re doing,” Jay said, suddenly feeling a bit awkward. He glanced at the door. “Anyway, I should probably get going…”

“Wait!” Bansari blurted out, surprising even herself with the urgency in her voice. She took a deep breath, twisting her hands nervously. “I was wondering… that is, if you’re not busy… maybe we could grab a coffee sometime? Or dinner? If you want, of course. No pressure or anything.”

Jay blinked, taken aback by the sudden invitation. But as he looked at Bansari – her hopeful expression, the way she bit her lower lip nervously – he felt a warmth spreading through his chest. This was the girl he’d been dreaming of: soft-spoken, traditional, yet with a quiet strength about her.

“I’d love to,” he heard himself say, a grin spreading across his face. “How about tomorrow evening?”

Bansari’s face lit up. “Tomorrow sounds perfect!”

—

The next evening found Jay and Bansari seated at a cozy table in a local café, the warm glow of fairy lights creating a soft, intimate atmosphere around them.

“So,” Jay began, stirring his coffee, “how did you get into hairstyling?”

Bansari’s eyes sparkled as she launched into her story. “Oh, it’s actually quite funny. When I was little, I used to give all my dolls terrible haircuts. My mom was horrified, but my aunt – the one who owns the salon – she saw potential. She started teaching me, and well, here I am!”

Jay laughed. “From doll destroyer to hair artist. I love it. Any memorable mishaps along the way?”

Bansari groaned, covering her face with her hands. “Oh god, don’t remind me. There was this one time, early in my career. I had two clients back-to-back, both wanting their hair cut. The first one wanted just a trim, the second wanted her long ponytail chopped off. Guess who got mixed up?”

Jay winced sympathetically. “Oh no. What happened?”

“Let’s just say there were a lot of tears, a lot of apologies, and one very, very short bob,” Bansari said, shaking her head at the memory. “What about you? Any embarrassing stories from the business world?”

Jay leaned back, a rueful smile on his face. “Well, there was this one time I completely messed up a client presentation. I got so nervous I called the CEO by the wrong name – repeatedly. And then I accidentally projected my personal shopping list instead of the quarterly report.”

Bansari burst out laughing. “No way! What did you do?”

“Pretended it was all part of the plan, of course,” Jay grinned. “Told them I was demonstrating the importance of personal touch in business relationships. Somehow, they bought it!”

As their laughter subsided, Jay found himself marveling at how easy it was to talk to Bansari. “So, outside of work, what do you like to do for fun?”

Bansari’s eyes lit up. “Oh, I’m a huge football fan. I never miss a Manchester United game.”

“No way!” Jay exclaimed. “Me too! Did you catch last week’s match?”

“Are you kidding? I was on the edge of my seat the whole time!” Bansari enthused. “That last-minute goal was incredible!”

Their conversation flowed effortlessly from there, jumping from topic to topic. They discovered a shared love for Garba music “Nothing gets me moving like a good Garba beat,” Bansari admitted, a mutual appreciation for movies that blended horror and comedy “‘Stree’ was brilliant,” Jay declared, “the perfect mix of scares and laughs”, and a shared guilty pleasure for over-the-top comedies “I’ve watched ‘The Hangover’ more times than I care to admit,” Bansari confessed with a giggle.

As the evening wore on, Jay found himself increasingly drawn to Bansari. Her laugh, her passion when she spoke about her interests, the way she listened intently when he shared his thoughts – it all combined to create an irresistible charm.

“You know,” Jay said softly as their date was winding down, “I’m really glad you asked me out.”

Bansari smiled shyly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “I’m really glad you said yes.”

As they left the café, walking close enough for their hands to occasionally brush, Jay felt a sense of excitement about what the future might hold. Little did he know, this was just the beginning of a complex journey that would test his feelings, his friendships, and his understanding of love itself.

The office buzzed with activity, but Jay found his mind wandering. As he stared out the window of the high-rise building, his thoughts drifted to Bansari. Her gentle smile, her soothing voice, the way her eyes lit up when she talked about her passions – it all painted a picture of a future he hadn’t realized he wanted until now.

“Jay? Jay!” His boss’s voice snapped him back to reality. “What are your thoughts on the new office project?”

Jay blinked, his mind racing to catch up. Suddenly, an idea struck him. “Actually, sir, I have a suggestion for the lead architect. I know someone who would be perfect for this project.”

His boss raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Oh? And who might that be?”

“Chavi Mehta,” Jay said confidently. “She’s incredibly talented and has some innovative ideas that could really set our new office apart.”

After a brief discussion about Chavi’s qualifications, his boss agreed to consider her for the project. As soon as the meeting ended, Jay rushed to call Chavi, excitement bubbling in his voice as he asked to meet her that evening.

—

The café was quieter than usual as Jay sat across from Chavi, watching her eyes widen as he explained the potential project.

“Are you serious?” Chavi gasped, her hands gripping her coffee mug tightly. “Jay, this is… this is huge. I can’t believe you recommended me.”

Jay smiled warmly. “Of course I did, Chavi. I’ve seen your work, I know how talented you are. You deserve this chance.”

Chavi’s eyes shimmered with unshed tears. “Thank you, Jay. You have no idea how much this means to me. No one’s ever believed in me like this before.”

As they discussed the project details, Jay couldn’t help but notice a change in Chavi. The way she looked at him seemed different somehow, filled with a warmth he hadn’t seen before. He brushed it off, attributing it to her excitement about the project.

“We should celebrate,” Chavi said suddenly. “Why don’t you come over for dinner tomorrow? I’ll cook.”

Jay hesitated for a moment, thinking of Bansari, but quickly pushed the thought aside. This was just dinner with an old friend, after all. “Sure,” he agreed. “That sounds great.”

—

The next evening, Jay found himself standing outside Chavi’s apartment, a bottle of wine in hand. When she opened the door, he was taken aback. Chavi looked stunning, dressed in an elegant outfit he’d never seen before, her hair styled beautifully.

“Wow, Chavi,” he said, a bit flustered. “You look amazing.”

Chavi beamed, ushering him inside. The apartment was softly lit, the aroma of a home-cooked meal filling the air. As they ate and talked, Jay found himself increasingly aware of the charged atmosphere between them.

After dinner, as they sat on the couch, Chavi turned to him, her eyes shining with an emotion Jay couldn’t quite place.

“Jay,” she said softly, “I need to tell you something. This project, your belief in me… it’s made me realize something. I… I have feelings for you. I think I always have, since we were kids.”

Jay froze, his mind reeling. “Chavi, I…”

Before he could finish, Chavi leaned in and kissed him. For a moment, caught off guard, Jay responded, memories of his childhood crush on Chavi flooding back. But then, unbidden, Bansari’s face flashed in his mind, and he gently pulled away.

“Chavi, I’m sorry,” he said, his voice thick with conflicting emotions. “I… I can’t. There’s someone else.”

The hurt in Chavi’s eyes was immediate and deep. “Someone else? Who? Is it… is it that hairdresser?”

Jay nodded slowly, the weight of the situation settling on his shoulders. “I’m so sorry, Chavi. I never meant to hurt you.”

As he left Chavi’s apartment that night, Jay felt like he was walking away from more than just a dinner. He had unknowingly stepped into a complex web of emotions, and he wasn’t sure how to untangle himself – or if he even wanted to.

A whole month went by, everyone got busy with their work and brushing their feelings aside.

On a Sunday morning, Chavi called Jay at her house for brunch , stating she wanted to discuss something regarding the project.

Once Jay reached there, he was stunned to see Chavi down and sad, ” what’s wrong chavi ?” He asked, chavi tears rolling down her cheeks replied ” I called my parents Jay, to tell them about this project, but instead of being proud of me they said i got it only because of you, they don’t think I have what it takes to make it own my own ” .

Brushing her tears aside, ” It’s nothing like that Chavi, you know it and I know it, you are worthy of the project ”

” Jay, if I’m so worthy, why do you like someone else over me ? I know you had a crush on me when we were little ” Chavi met with Jays eyes questioning him.

” It’s not like that Chavi, I can’t explain it, I don’t know, I’m just confused ” Jay replied.

” Jay.. either you stop being a safe bitch and finally for once go on an adventure with me, or you can keep being that silly old guy you are . What’s wrong with you even giving a shot at this ? ” Chavi said

” I guess you’re right, I should take more risks, after all I’m a businessman and I can’t keep playing safe. ” Thinking about his lingering feelings on Bansari, he knew this was a decision that had to be taken on pulse

” Yes, let’s do it. Let’s date ” he said

The room filled with laughter from both Jay and chavi, both excited for their future and present, they couldn’t wait for what’s to come, finally a innocent childhood romance was coming to life again and as adults making their own choices now

” Jay, wait for a minute I need to see something before we start this, I need to see if you’re ready for this, if you’re ready for me ” chavi intrigued him

As she went back to the room, Jay sat waiting, what came after was almost a shock of horror for Jay

Chavi came out with big toolbox of clippers, and a cape.

” Sit still on the sofa Jay, I don’t want your hair to mess up the one gold thing I have in this apartment ” chavi told Jay in a commanding tone

” But.. but but wait Chavi, what’s all this ? What do you mean ? ” He asked confused

” We’ll I don’t really like guys with messy hair, I want them clean, the other day I asked you to get a buzzcut, but you listened to that bitch than taking my advice, so I guess you know what’s coming now babe” she winked

” Chavi but this isn’t fair, you can’t do this ” Jay requested

” BABE, shut up and wear this cape around you. Not only are you being a safe player again, you’re also denying my right on you by still keeping that stupid haircut that bitch gave you. I’m asking you very politely, allow me to do this, will you ? ” Almost sounding threatening.

” I’m not sure if I’ll like this but if it means so much to you, okay I’ll allow you ” he said in a slow sad tone, still remembering how bansari gave him a haircut that he wanted with love and care and how chavi was making him do something he didn’t like

What came after, Jay could never imagine.

Sit still now babe will you? – chavi

Yes chavi.

” Now I’m gonna start chopping this long mess, but I promise I’ll not just shave it all off, I’ll simply start giving you haircuts from messy to short and then really short but if any point I think I like it enough to just leave it there, I’ll spare you off of a total headshave ” chavi saying this gave some hope to Jay that he might walk away with some of his precious hair

” More chopping less yapping i guess ” chavi laughed

Chavi picked up a few clips that sectioned Jays hair into 4 parts, left right top and back.

With one flick of the switch, the clippers came to life, their loud humming sound leaving the empty room echoing

Chavi inserted a 3 guard and placed the clippers at Jays nape, with a swift and slow motion she dragged the big clippers through Jays nape up to the crown, thick dark brown hair fell onto his lap, Jay let out a huge gasp, he’d never gotten a haircut this short since his childhood.
Chavi made another pass through Jays nape making the hair fly across the room as the ceiling fan was at its top speed.
With only two swipes Chavi has removed enough hair from Jays head as much as Bansari has removed totally in a whole haircut. Jay’s face was a unfamiliar frown, a sad look that surprisingly made Chavi let out a giggle, one pass after another was made until the entirety of his back was shaved to a 3 guard.
She came to his sides and did the same movement leaving no trail of the gorgeous hair that was just a few minutes ago, hair was flying all across the room and the cape was filled with a memory of what was for Jay.
When it came to the top, Chavi finally saw in Jays eyes that she had to stop, he had trusted her enough, but it wasn’t enough for her, she was hungry for more trust, she took the scissors out and wildly started chopping his hair into shorter and shorter strands, until not much was left of it. Jay almost looked like a buzzed sheep with all his hair gone, but Chavi couldn’t stop admiring her work, she kissed him wherever she had left a lasting shave on his head and played with his leftover hair with her newly done nails, to Jays surprise, this aroused him a bit, he knew it was a feeling not so sexual but not far away from being sexual either.

They made out and had an intimate brunch together.

After the lunch, Chavi said ” Jay, I need to tell you the truth, I’m not really in love with you neither do I have feelings for you, I had my reasons for what I did, I don’t want you to hate me, but I’m leaving right now and by the time I return I hope you’re not here anymore ”

Jay was in utter shock, what did she mean !? How could she say all that ?? What was she to gain from doing all this ?

” but.. but Chavi, why did you do this, atleast tell me the reason ” Jay pleaded

But to no avail, Chavi left the apartment, leaving Jay begging for answers

Part 2 of this story will be released shortly. 50 likes and 5 comments are the desired target for this part. I thank you for reading my stories and I’m overwhelmed with the response I got on my first ever story on here, ‘ Dating my barberette ‘.
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