VOID

05th September 2021; Jubilee Hills, Hyderabad.

07:53 a.m.

As soon as Sunday dawned, Prabhas' phone had started ringing with notifications, his chat room was being bombarded by texts, since six in the morning.

Fucking midnight.

He sat up and rubbed his eyes, yawning like an elephant.

Who dared to wake him up so early, he wondered smugly.

He had a pretty good guess who.

Picking up his phone from the dresser, he opened his chats and smirked.

The bois were on a rampage.

Bunny had started it, Sunday was a day to get drunk in his dictionary. Tarak led it on, and Charan ended up planning the whole thing.

The Big Bois were meeting up for alcohol tonight.

Most of them were coming online just then, pretty much pissed at the early spam.

Within minutes, 3/4th of the industry had responded with a yes.

Though Prabhas was too tired to check who and who individually, he knew he wouldn't be able to attend, he had to meet the lady his mother had told him about.

Heaving himself out of bed, he headed to his washroom to brush his teeth, he knew he wouldn't be sleeping anymore.

09:06 a.m.

Stuffing a whole Aloo Paratha into his mouth, Prabhas stood up, he was going to go read for a while.

His mother came down and smiled, ruffling his hair with a huge smile.

She was still so over the moon that he was about to meet a woman after so many years.

He smiled back and headed upstairs, looking for a novel to read.

After 10 long minutes of searching for a proper title, he gave up, he had read most of his books and hadn't gone out to get new ones lately.

Sighing he switched his phone on, going through his social media accounts. Nothing interesting.

Frustrated with his growing irritation, he texted Rana, asking him to suggest a book, and went over to his den, to check if he could watch any new movies.

Nothing. He had watched most of them in between shoots.

Getting lazier by the moment, he opened his Instagram and went to a fan page, to ogle at the edits they made.

Until his eyes fell upon three pages which were solely based on him and Sweety, and their ship, Pranushka.

His amusement turned into annoyance suddenly, and he switched the phone off and left his room, he couldn't understand why everyone was so obsessed with shipping her with him.

He was going to do some gardening. Again.

Twenty minutes later, with his fingers in the soil, Prabhas realized that he hadn't texted Sweety in more than a week.

He remembered seeing her text under Kajal's that day, but had forgotten to open it afterwards.

Mentally cursing himself, he went back in, washing his hands on the way, looking for his phone to text her.

She hadn't texted after that day, she wasn't someone who pestered with messages.

She would probably be doing something at home with her phone miles away from her.