(3rd P.O.V.)
A man was driving his old cycle with paint chipped off on the footpath, evading incoming people.
"Hey! Please side, side~" Man yelled as he drove his cycle towards the highest building in the city with a food box tied to the back of the cycle.
He was agile for driving in the never-ending crowd.
After a while, he stopped at the foot of the building as security guards stopped him.
"State your work here." The security guard said.
"I'm here to deliver the food." The man said to the security guard.
"Your card and order receipt." The security guard asked.
The man handed his card and food order receipt to the security guard.
The security guard checked the card and receipt clicked the picture of the card and receipt and handed the camera to another security guard.
"Make the entry mark." The security guard said to another one.
"Ok, Ben." He made the entry and handed the ticket to the food delivery guard with his card and receipt.
"Here's your card and this is the receipt, don't go to other areas except for your destination, uh... Krishna." Mark said as he handed the card and receipt back along with the entry ticket.
"Ok, man you do your job, I will do mine," Krishna said happily as he parked his cycle aside.
"Hey man can I trust you for my cycle?" Krishna asked Mark.
"Ok," Mark said as he nodded.
"Thank you, man, I will go in a bit and come back in a moment," Krishna said as he ran inside the building entering the vast corridor, holding a food box in his hand and directly headed to the elevator.
Entering the elevator which was crowded, he clicked on the button of the floor he wanted to go.
The elevator door closed.
"Warning excess weight of 80 kg." An elevator warning sounded.
Everyone looked at the delivery guy as he entered the lift at last.
Feeling the eyes of everyone in the elevator, Krishna felt bad.
"Oh looks like I will have to go by another elevator," Krishna said in a cheerful voice while making a sad face.
He exited the elevator and walked to another, but it also closed before he could enter it.
"Ah, today is my unlucky day. Now I have to climb the whole 80 floors. Why are people making such high buildings nowadays." Krishna muttered as he strapped the food box to his back.
And headed to the stairs and started climbing them up.
Half an hour later.
"Ah, my commission for today has flown away already," Krishna muttered as he scanned the ticket of the lab and entered it.
"Hellow? Anyone hear? I hope it's not a biological horror scene." Krishna muttered.
He put the box on an empty table took out the food put it on the table and quickly wrote a note and put it beside the food.
"Um, I have climbed so high, why not take a stroll it's rare for anyone like me to have permission to enter these high-tech labs," Krishna muttered as his curiosity increased with each passing second.
He started strolling in the lab.
After a few minutes, he returned to the table picked up his box and headed towards the exit.
As soon as the door opened, a woman in a white lab coat entered while looking at the tablet in her right hand and holding the serum carrier box in another hand.
There was an extra serum on the top of the carrier box.
Krishna bumped into the woman.
"Oh sorry, I was distracted." The woman said to Krishna.
"No no, it was my fault for blocking the whole door," Krishna replied.
"Well I will go now, food is delivered and I put it on the table," Krishna said as he left the lab and headed to the elevator.
The woman just shook her head and started reading the formulas on the tablet again as he sat on the chair, putting the serum carrier on the table.
"Ah good, I got the elevator this time, if not I would have to go through the stairs again," Krishna muttered as clicked on the button and the elevator descended.
He rode his cycle after thanking the security guards and headed back to the restaurant.
After a while, he arrived in front of the restaurant and parked the cycle.
He entered the restaurant through the back door holding the box in his hands.
"Ok, you missed two deliveries today and where is the money for the delivery you just completed." The manager asked as he saw Krishna.
"Ah manager, I failed to get the elevator and then I climbed up the eighty floors which took time and you know our policy of free delivery if not arrive on time," Krishna replied as he recounted what happened to him, how he climbed up eighty floors.
"Ok, this is your first time, so I am letting you go, but no commission." The manager said as he waved his hand signalling Krishna to exit his office.
Krishna thanked and exited the office headed to the kitchen and started taking out utensils from the box.
He felt a glass tube in the box and grasped it, but suddenly felt a prick on his skin and he threw the thing in his hand away, causing it to fall out of the window of the shop and fall in the garbage box which was picked up and garbage was thrown in the garbage truck.
Krishna immediately put his pricked thumb in his mouth, not noticing a glow swimming under his skin which was flowing towards his chest.
"Oh, why happened to you now? Why are you sucking your thumb like a child?" An old man in a chef's dress entered the kitchen and said to Krishna who was sucking his finger.
"Oh nothing, my thumb was pricked by something needle-like thing, where it is?" Krishna said as he searched for the thing which pricked his thumb.
"Are you a fool? This is the kitchen don't bring things like needles here, what if it got in the food and eaten by customers?" The old man scolded Krishna, who felt wronged but said nothing.
The priority now was to search for the needle.
"I don't have time, so you search for the needle while I make food for customers." The old chef said as he picked up his utensils.
Krishna nodded and started the search.
Two hours later.
"Looks like I threw that thing out of the window in the flurry," Krishna said to the old chef, who nodded in return.
"Ok then go away and do your college work." The old chef waved his hands as he shooed away Krishna.
Krishna picked up his bag and headed for the exit.
"Hey don't forget your dinner, there's your tiffin take it with you." The old chef's voice came from behind.
Krishna turned and picked up his tiffin while apologizing.
"Humph kids nowadays they are so in hurry of everything, they forget when to eat the food on time." The old chef muttered as he clicked on the bell and the waiter came in the kit picked up the food and headed out.
On the other hand, Krishna arrived at his dorms in the college riding his cycle.
After parking the cycle he entered the dorm building holding his bag and tiffin.
He took a shower and after having dinner he sat on a chair in front of the desk and took out his books and notebooks and started doing his college project work.
He was doing an architecture course.
As for why, he has a dream to preserve the historical buildings and don't let the art of the ancients diminish.
Nowadays all of the buildings and houses have no art in them, just straight box-type houses and all buildings are covered with glass like a cage.
There was no artistic and creative feeling in them, just an oppressive feeling.
He completed his project and lay on the bed to sleep.
...
Next morning.
Krishna woke up and after a daily routine, he headed to the library of the university.
After spending a few hours in the library and making notes he found a few messages on his phone from the restaurant manager.
"Krishna from now on you don't have to come to a job here, I have Phonepe'd you half a month's salary."
After reading the message Krishna's body stiffened.
"No no, why, I have to meet the manager and have a face-to-face talk," Krishna muttered and ran towards the parking sat on his cycle and used full force on the paddle.
But the paddle broke down.
"No way how can it happen?" Krishna muttered as he abandoned his cycle and ran towards the restaurant.
After a while, he stopped in front of a charred restaurant.
Police have already covered the area.
The manager saw Krishna and headed towards him.
"Krishna you should go and find a part-time job elsewhere, I'm also returning to my village, and I don't have money to restart the restaurant." The manager said as patted his shoulder of Krishna.
Krishna wanted to say something, but the manager had already turned and left.
Krishna saw the manager talking to agents of the New Era construction company.
The manager nodded to the agents signed the papers took the black suitcase in return and turned to left.
Krishna felt something was wrong, but he didn't press it further because the manager didn't want him to interfere and it was the manager's business, not his.