I’m sorry, I love you – part 1

A/N: I am borrowing the title from one of my favorite Kseries with the same title.

Author: Hanah6181


Chapter 1 – Coffee Site, First Sight

Beep. Beep. Beeeep!!

Sounds of cars honking can be heard all around Banjara Hills. It’s midnight and yet the streets are still busy with people walking in all directions and cars stranded in heavy traffic. The main road was like a big parking lot. Then, it started to rain. At first, it was a drizzle and the people didn’t seem to mind but in few seconds, the rain drops became heavier such that they’ve started running inside the buildings for cover.

Maya was looking out the window of her rented hotel car. She was fascinated by the novelty of her new surroundings. She thought, this place is just like Manila – especially the traffic. Her car was positioned in the rightmost lane of the road so she is able to see people moving about. As she looked around, she noticed a coffee shop that had a strange tagline, “A lot can happen over coffee.”

“Hmmm, it’s an interesting coffee shop. What could happen over coffee…” Then she noticed a man wearing eyeglasses come out of the coffee shop. He was wearing a long sleeved light blue shirt and dark blue trousers. From his skin tone and facial features, one could easily surmise that he is not from this place. His fair skin and Chinese features are in contrast to the dark skin and features of South Indians.

“Oh, this is what’s interesting in this place. There is one handsome guy.” She thought. As she was gazing at the man, it seemed that he was looking at her too. Then, he looked another way but she noticed him smiling as if thinking about something. He has a lopsided smile with a dimple on his right cheek. With that smile, her heart skipped several beats. “OMG, he’s very handsome. Ano ba’to, first night pa lang dito, very exciting na. Tomorrow, alam ko na kung saan ako tatambay.”


Earlier that same evening, Maya exited Rajiv Gandi International airport with a mixed feeling of excitement and apprehension. This is her first visit to India. She was greeted by warm breeze that is typical of this country. She has just taken a new job as training consultant for Hindra group of companies, one of the biggest Indian conglomerates. She will be working on a special project for them. At 28 years old, she’s been travelling around the Asia region for this type of work which she really enjoys.

She immediately proceeded to the meeting area for her airport pick-up. There she found an Indian man in white uniform carrying a name card bearing her name, Maya Dela Rosa, in big bold letters.

“Good evening, Madam. Welcome to Hyderabad City.” The driver greeted her politely. She returned the greeting and smiled at him. He guided her towards the waiting car. It was almost midnight but airport was still busy with a lot of local travelers.

The drive from the airport to the hotel where she would be staying in the next two weeks is supposed to be 1 hour. It’s going to be a long drive but she expected that the city must be asleep by that time and most places would be close. She later on realized, she can never be more wrong. The streets were all lighted up, restaurants & small shops were still open which reminded her of Manila. They reached Banjara Hills after 45 minutes of driving. However, they got caught in traffic as her hotel is in a central commercial district. In the middle of the traffic, it rained and there she saw him, the Chinese guy. He was standing in front of the coffee shop with a tagline “A lot can happen over coffee…”


6 thoughts on “I’m sorry, I love you – part 1

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