Once Upon A Mr. Goody Two Shoes

Chapter 15

The Sunday morning light fell on me from the window, as did a bucket full of bone-chilling realizations.

Last night was rebellious in forms normal people won't understand. At least those with modern, supportive parents who didn't give a damn about the caste, creed and eating habits of their children's partners, were open to the idea of relationships as long as their children were happy.

Such things existed in books. For me, of course. I had friends who dated without having to hide it from their parents, and such things were always a touchy topic for me. And now, it had become a sore topic. The limits that had been drawn for me had been scaled, all fears forgotten.

And for the life of me, I couldn't get myself to regret last night. And I'd be a douchebag to regret it, after everything I had done to Abeer.

Or rather what he had done to me.

I felt my cheeks warm at the memories of last night as I got out of my bed. The lips, the hands, the stares...it had been breath-taking. The numerous novels I had read over the course of my teenage and right through my adulthood had provided me with enough descriptions of passionate make-out sessions to have me aware of what happened when people kissed.

But damn, last night had been a whirlwind. Everything had happened fast, my emotions had been all over the place. I had felt shy, embarrassed, bold, wanting, everything. If someone asked me what I had been feeling when Abeer had planted his lips on mine, I wouldn't have an answer. At least a coherent one.

It had been a blur - all of it - and confusing. And I absolutely detested being confused. Not knowing something.

But this...this had been good. Fulfilling. A good confusion.

I sat on a chair around my dinner table, a steaming cup of tea in my hands as I scrolled down the notifications of my phone. I opened my Facebook, when I came across Abeer's post. My heart sped as my mind flashed all that happened last night. The post was a photograph of the concert, with Arijit Singh on the stage.

He hadn't tagged me, or mentioned me anywhere. It was the most logical thing to do. We didn't want people to know. We had remained discreet the entire time, though I wasn't sure whether Abeer knew of the no-dating policy at office.

I clicked on his profile to go through his other posts when a change in his bio caught my eye.

Relationship status: taken.

Taken.

He was taken. By me. He belonged to me. Me!

My heart fluttered in the most obnoxious manner. Abeer and I. Him and me. Us. There was a us. There was no denying it. No going back. We had leapt forward. Crossed the lines. There were no lines now. No limits.

Against my ego. Against parents. Against my office rules.

I had waged a rebellion that no one knew about. A silent, discreet rebellion. Which could cost me my job, my career, and possibly my family too. But some things were too tempting to forego. So tempting that one could put their lives at stake. The stakes were high, but what if I had wagered a weak play? After all, nothing was promised. The future was as bleak as before.

Correction - it is way bleaker than it was before.

I took a sip of my tea as my mind buzzed with a million worries. Abeer had defeated my ego, he had made me go against the limits laid down by my parents and compelled me to go against the office rules as well.

He was the one who had taken the position I worked for and coveted. That had hurt bad, even though he didn't have a hand in that. Abeer was...perfect. The golden boy. My parents would love, as my friend. Not as my prospective partner.