Something Called Love
Ten
Few weeks passed as usual
in work but they did not talk much after the lunch, neither geet asked much nor
he wanted to say much. They both worked together but, with less arguments and
more silence. He did not like it but it was his big-metal-elephant-size ego
that was not allowing him to ask her anything. On the other hand she was happy
as she was once again on real world from fairy land trip. She did not like
distance from him, but she had to bear it because she was there just for using
him and his company. And she would never allow herself for falling for her
enemy or her very own 'M' the Monster Singh Khurana. He tried to avoid her as much as possible
because he could not look into her eyes and say anything, not even sorry or
just nothing. He was vulnerable when it comes to his family matters which he
consider as disturbed and no family at all. In the period of this few weeks she
only learned that nobody knew about his family and no one was even, allowed.
She found out that adi was his only friend. But, that did not matter much. She
chose to stay away from him and avoid him for herself.
It was another normal day
when she was working in her cabin as usual and she was bothered by call. It was
from adi about acceptance of her recent project and success of it. It was about
celebration, means another party, she thought. She refused to come but when she
was informed it was big event and even dadima was invited, she was back. She
thought about it for sometime and continued her work again.
It was when she was
leaving for home, she entered the elevator and there he came. There was silence
for some moments. She did not look at him nor did he. He stood beside her, he
looked at her but she did not, disappointed by his own action, he removed the
gaze. She saw him with narrowed eyes and looking at him giving same attitude,
she looked straight again. After few seconds, suddenly he pulled the stop
button.
'What are you…' she asked
in shock but was cut off.
'…relax. Just listen, you
know there is this party tomorrow and they invited dadima too.'
'I know that.' She said
and gave him stern look. After so many days, she was looking him, in his eyes.
She thought, he would ask
to come again for his dadima, she expected him to beg her for going with him at
the party. She mentally started preparing herself for explaining him about her
no-carrying-grudges strategy.
'So I just want to tell
you that if you don't want to come then don't. I will not force you. I will
explain dadima. You don't need to do that anymore.' He said and pushed the
button again.
He did it again, she
thought. It was never plain and simple business with that guy; he always
shocked or surprised her. She looked at him for while and darted away her gaze.
'Okay.'
There was silence again in
the elevator.
'I'm…' he was about to say
something but they reached ground floor and she left without listening him.
'…sorry for that day.'
Finally he gave up, his inner battle. He never shared his personal life with
anyone and all of a sudden, she came and tried to penetrate into the thick dark
wall around his heart, she came with bright light in his dark, disappointed
world. He was taken aback, mere one girl whom he met before a month was
influencing him and changing him. It was not acceptable for him.
***
He came late in the party;
he hated this, meeting all those fake people around his world. Someone seemed
nice or extremely sweet, loving him but the fact he knew was that the reason
for them to love him was his empire, his fame, his money and his name. Girls
used to go gaga over him, they love him. He was never interested in those
girls, never, ever - except for one. He was meeting few clients but he was not
interested at all. All he was doing that staring at the entrance door
continuously. Somewhere he knew in deep down of his heart that she would come.
She would surely come, he tried to concentrate somewhere else, but his mind was
occupied in her thoughts and eyes fixed at the door, waiting for her.
Sitting on the chair,
waiting for her, he was trying to gulping down the drink clutched in his hand.
And there he saw her, coming to him with a guy in black. He checked both of
them and looked away as he did not care at all. He saw her once again, though
he did not wanted to look at her, she was in black too with dark black hair
pinned up well stylishly. Her diamond necklace was shining and adding beauty to
her natural face. He felt like he was meeting her after long years, as indeed
he was.
There she was - his best
friend once upon a time and his ex-girlfriend - Sameera.
She came and greeted him.
He did not say anything.
'Hi maan, so long…how are
you?' she asked.
'Fine.'
'Where is dadima?'
'Must be here.'
'Okay. Here, meet my
friend, Vikram - the famous…'
'…industrialist of London. Who does not know
him?' he completed her sentence.
'Nice to you Mr. Maan, I
heard a lot of you from her as well from media.' He said it politely.
'Thanks.' He said without
much interest. He was still looking for her. He excused himself and tried to
keep him away from them and everyone what he wanted was just her - her presence.
He was sitting on a chair,
clutching glass of wine. It was very rare, him and drinking. He was not fond of
it neither he was addicted. But, when he was sad or lonely or extremely happy,
he used to have drinks. He was gulping down the drink and thinking about her,
and he saw her. The girl in dark purple knee length dress, as usual, in her
natural look and long wavy hair. He saw her entering the hall and meeting
people and smiling. One thing he was agreed on without any doubt was that she
had the best smile in the world. Looking her smiling brightly, a small - tiny
smile appeared on his face which he tried to hide but failed. She was talking
to some other colleagues and she saw him staring at her shamelessly. She did
not feel it right. She was supposed to control herself. She started again
between conflict of heart and mind.
'Don't
even look at him, geet. You are not allowed.'
'You
are not allowed.'
'You
are not allowed.'
'Of
course, I'm not allowed and I will not look at him, though he is wearing nice
black suit, but tie could have been better. Did he just have haircut? Looking
nice, Oh…Geet, what are you doing? You are not allowed.'
'Yes,
I'm not allowed and definitely I'll not talk with him at all. No. Not at all.'
She was in self-talking
mode and she did not realized when in her mental battle between allowed or not
allowed when she reached there, near him, just few steps away.
'So you came?' he asked
bit hesitatingly.
'I will not talk at all.
I'm not allowed.' She thought.
'I had to.' She found
herself replying to him.
'Look…I…'
'…I know you are sorry but
don't be. I should have never asked you about your personal life. It was not my
business at all.' She said it quite frankly and casually.
'No…it's just that I'm
more of a reserved person geet. So, I just can't quickly get along with my…you
know…I hope you understand…I…'
'…I know maan. In last few
weeks at least I know a little bit of real person inside you. It's perfectly
fine. I didn't felt bad at all. But you don't feel bad.'
'Thanks.'
'Anytime'
Soon they were disturbed
by his dadima who came with sameera.
'Oh here you are geet.
Where have you been? Anyways, sameera meet geet. She is with Maan - his girlfriend.' She
introduced them to her.
It was then her time to
get shock, sameera was taken aback. She knew after their break up, maan was
always single. She could not digest the fact at all. But, she had no other
option but to hide her shock. On the other hand, maan liked it. He was enjoying
making sameera jealous as he knew that she was still in love him and his name,
fame and money - especially after his success.
'Oh my goodness…Maan I am
so happy for you. That's great. She is so beautiful.' She continued her
sweet-fake blabbering and he did not pay attention. In stead he found himself
lost in the beauty of the lady standing by him, trying to show off as his
girlfriend.
'Will you dance with me,
love?' he asked her to her shock.
'What?' she eyed him and
he asked her again with his mysterious look.
'Sure baby…' she joined in
with him in the fake drama.
And there they were on the
dancing floor.
'What was that?' she asked
him, while clutching her hand on his broad shoulders. He pulled her in closer
and tightened his grip over her hip.
'What?' he asked, tried to
be ignorant and innocent.
She tightened her grip
over her shoulder, almost digging her nails into his shoulders.
'Ouch…that hurts!' he
flinched a bit.
'What the hell was that
Mr. Maan?' she asked smilingly as they were under spotlight.
'Okay. She is sameera…'
'…I know that.'
'Well, she was my
girlfriend in London.'
'London?'
'We studied together, and
then I came here…'
'Oh…so ex - grudges huh?
'Not like that…but you see
the effect, she is already boiling' he said and pointed at her, of course, no
one could see that, there was no gap between them.
'Oh…jealously business? I
got it. You are so evil…' and she laughed.
He looked at her
adoringly, her smile was so enchanting and magical, he for once, forgot that
they were not together for drama. He twirled her around and pulled her in more
closer, and soon she found herself on his broad shoulders, she felt like it was
a feeling of homecoming. She did not protest she leaned on him slowly as the
music turned to a slow romantic number. He engulfed her in his arms, slowly and
decently. She closed her eyes in mixed emotions of fear and pleasure. She had
to control but she was just lost in his magical embrace. She did not want to
open her eyes, but suddenly he broke the hug and looked at her. Her dream just
broke, she was in reality.
'She is gone somewhere.
Let's go.' He said swiftly and left the dance floor. And she just stood there;
she looked at him in surprise and awe. She stood there rooted for split of
second until he snatched her away.
Rest of the party was not
boring for both of them, as they found each other. Either fighting or arguing
but they were together. They did not realize how much compatible they were each
other, but they did not realize someone stalking them. Each and every step of
her, someone was noticing her. As, the person saw her leaving the venue with
him, the stalker followed them.
***
'I could have come home
alone. My car is bad, but not that much bad as you think, Mr. Maan.' She said.
'I know. But it's quite
late and I can't say no to dadima.' He said while driving.
'Okay…' she said
hesitantly as she knew by the time that there was something strange kind of
relationship between him and his grandmother. She could see love and care in
his eyes and his actions for his grandmother but at the lunch and party, he did
not even talk to her properly. She was quiet all of a sudden, he saw her, with confusion
in eyes and in deep thought. He realized that it was time.
'Geet, I need to tell you
something.'
She did not say anything
but looked him with silent permission and to continue.
'I…I'm sorry for that day
at lunch. But, you see I have this…you know…it will sound so lame, stupid and
exaggerated…but…'
'…just say it maan.' She
cut him off as she saw felt his hesitance.
'I lost my mother when I
was a kid and I don't remember anything about her…just nothing.' He said with
strange sadness in his eyes, it was more of a disappointment then sadness.
'It's okay. I understand.
Now shall we go? I have to reach home and reach office on time tomorrow;
otherwise you know my boss is so cruel. He will fire me; he loves to find
reason to fire me.' She smiled. She decisively diverted his mind, as she did
not wanted to bring it again because she saw something eccentric feeling in his
eyes whenever he used to talk or think about his family.
He smiled.
After they reached, he saw
her trailing off to her little home, he started the engine, saw her for few
more minutes and left.
***
As she opened the door and
entered, within few seconds, she felt someone's strong hands covering her mouth
and nose. She tried to protest but it did not help her. She tried to grab the
stick she saved for urgency but again she failed. It was impossible for her to
breathe then, she tied to fought more but she failed. And, she was relieved.
And, she was taken aback to see him.
'You…?'
And, in reply she was
slapped hard - very hard. She fell on the ground and hit her head from the
corner of the table core. With excruciating pain in head, she looked up and
asked with tears shining in her eyes, 'What do you want now?'
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