The Boundaries of Love

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Have you ever seen someone so handsome that you actually crave food? Seeing Shravan looking all sinister made me feel like that. Even alcohol didn’t help me much. Now that I am sitting inside the police station where a lady officer frowns at me, all I want to do is go back to India, to my parents, to my home. Thankfully, I had my passport and the office ID with me that the officer hasn’t already thrown me behind the bars. “You lady, I have informed your boyfriend about your situation. Stay put.” She says in her heavy accent.

And that’s when I start crying. Why am I in this bleak police station! I straightaway blame Shravan for this. It started when he . . . well when the interview with him started. Let's go back to the beginning.

"BnG has suddenly become the talk of the town. How do you feel about it?" Mr Shepherd smiled like he had asked one of the most unique questions of the century. 

Shravan tilted his head while his hand rested on the table, "Good." was his short answer. 

I peered at Mr Shepherd who seemed visibly tense. Leaning behind in my chair, I tried to stifle a laugh. Shravan isn't an easy person to talk with, his calm face often mistaken as his rudeness. He was simply staring at Mr Shepherd, urging him to continue and Mr Shepherd had no idea what to ask anymore after getting just a word as his answer. 

"Mr Greg has been going on about how he has nothing to do with the success of BnG. It's all you. Your words on this."

Shravan smiled at this, "Greg is a good friend." Mr Shepherd nodded as if he understood but I knew he was waiting for him to speak more. But again when Shravan didn't, he sighed loudly. 

But he tried again, "Behind every successful man there is a woman. Is there any?" Mr Shepherd looked at me sheepishly, and I almost thought to throw something at his head. 

"I'll not talk about my personal life. If you have anything to ask about the company, its business, its employees, or approximate turnover, or plans then ask away." Shravan said with finality. I again had to purse my lips to not laugh out on this.

 Mr Shepherd cleared his throat, "Okay. Then tell us more about the company, how did you come into this picture leaving your legacy . . . I mean Malhotra Corporation." 

"I wanted to do something on my own."

"Plans?"

"To invest more and capture the market that . . ."

It went on and on. Mr Shepherd kept asking the questions and Shravan kept throwing the answers at him. I had zero ideas how Mr Shepherd would turn this dull interview into something spicy so that our readers would want to read it. Then I sighed, maybe they wouldn't, as they would be too busy to ogle this fine specimen of men. 

Sitting into that small cabin, where clearly he didn't fit . . . As if he didn't belong, he kept on speaking about GnB, about his partner Greg, but his monotonous voice, his blank eyes, his don't-care-about-what-you-think attitude, the way his fingers tapped on the table, it was no secret that if it was possible, he would be anywhere but here. 

"Thank you, so much, Mr Shravan, it's a pleasure talking to you." Mr Shepherd exhaled loudly. 

"Same here." Shravan gave a tight smile, "Suman, a word." Then he looked at Mr Shepherd, "I hope it's okay with you."

Oh no! I was already grasping the doorknob when he said this, "Of course, she is your girlfriend! Suman, I'll wait for you in the parking lot."

And I could see how Shravan's eyes fluttered for a moment while mine widened instantly. I didn't know how Shravan would react knowing I didn't tell people that I had moved out of his apartment. Gulping the clotted air in my throat, I looked at him.