Chakri Writes

  The Last Seat in the Café Hyderabad’s busy tech lanes were always alive, but for Dev, life was more than just code and cubicles. At 25, working in one of the top software firms, he was known for something rare: his humility and unwavering loyalty . There wasn’t a soul in his office who didn’t smile back when Dev walked in. But if anyone knew him best, it was Ayaan, his colleague, his brother-in-bond, and the one person he trusted more than himself. Dev and Ayaan were inseparable. Late-night coding sessions, tea breaks, weekend cricket, they were the kind of friends who never kept score. Dev would do anything for Ayaan, and he believed Ayaan would too. One regular evening, as Dev lazily scrolled through Instagram, a new face appeared. Her name: Aisha . Her profile, simple yet enchanting, drew him in. On impulse, Dev sent her a follow request. It was a fleeting act until the next evening when a notification blinked: “Aisha accepted your request.” Excited like a child with a new t...