PURCHASED HIS (IMMERGED HIS BOOK SERIES #2)

6. The invisble man.

(Warning for people with traumas)

MAYA

I was tired from the whole day work. It was just my first day. And I couldn't help but help in pain. My whole body was aching and my mind was tired enough to stop working. All I needed was a hot cup of milk tea with some side snacks and my comfortable bed.

It was not my first time working so hard. Just because I come from an elite family. I have worked hard many time in my life. But since I was blessed with four brothers, I really didn't had much to do outside the house door. Not to mention my conservative overbearing mother. Who only agreed me moving out because brother gave permission.

I was already back from the metro station. And was heading in my apartment building, coming out of elevator. My eyes ran towards the box in a paper bag and a bouquet of flowers.

What is this?

Who kept it here?

I wondered to myself, wait. I guess it's a mistaken delivery. Someone was delivering it to someone else. I turned to look at the door, behind my house at my neighbour's. I haven't talked to the person but I can assume its hers she just shifted this morning while I was leaving.

She is really beautiful. So picking it up, I kept it back to where it belonged and went along with my dad. Walking inside my house. A weird smell had engulfed the room. What is this smell? I think I have smelled it before?

Its not my perfume. I don't have any kind of cologne in the house. What's this? Are this the candle I bought? I smelled the fragrance candles I brought at the subway because that old aunt was trying to sell one from morning and didn't had much so. I couldn't help.

But its not the candles. What's this?

I walked around house, finding nothing that matches with the description of smell I was breathing in.

Forget it!

I went in the bathroom changing into something comfortable. When I came out, lit a little fragrance candles above my couch, switching the TV. I put on my most favorite comedy show. Drinking tea with cookies.

Wow! This is peace. I was feeling it in here.

And I don't know when but tiredness turned me sleeping.

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The same smell was powering my nose. Even in my sleep. It was a husky smell, with heavy flavors and long lasting effect. It was overpowering my whole house now.

What is this? I couldn't help but wake up at that smell, only fixated in my mind and house. Do I have some kind of room freshener? But I didn't got one any. I didn't put of some smelly flowers on anything.

I woke up and sat on my seat. When I heard a loud voice rang. It was the bell. Right! I never new I had any. Because no body actually comes at my door. I took a step, rubbing my eyes, checking my reflection last time before I ruin someone's day because of my over active sleeping habits. Yes! My head needs a brand new tie. Making bun. I walked toward the door. Opening it was the pretty girl.

"Hey!" She said, when she gave a warm smile to me.

"Hey!" I replied, querying expression on my face.

"Actually! You kept this on my door. It's not mine. It's yours. You're Ms.Singhania right?" She asked me, making me little shock.

"Yes, I am Singhania." I replied with a confused face, when she was trying to be confident her side.

"Yeah. Just to know who it was for, I opened the card. And your name was written on it." She said. And I was surprised at the scenario happening right now.

No body knows the address apart from me of the house and also Viraj bhaiya. And he won't send me flowers.

This is not him.

I can't say that to a stranger.

"Okay." I said taking the bouquet from her hand and taking the bag.

There was a card in there.

I thanked her, closing the door, walked inside removing the card and box. Keeping it on dining.

The bouquet was a mixture of beautiful flowers with multiple colors. But blue roses were overpowering more then the rest. They were way to much.

I kept the flowers down. Removing the box I opened it.

But firstly I turned to look at the card.

Ms.Singhania,

Wish I could have given this to you myself, in your hand. With my sincere apologies visible on my face.

But your job and my schedule didn't allow that opportunity to us. I missed the change. Anyways, I wanted to tell you deeply sorry for everything. From top to end. I feel very guilty. And embarrassed.

God! I wish I could say directly.
Would you like to join me for dinner someday? As an apology?

I was to give this to you at the same momen. But you were so startled and ran away that I couldn't. Here.
Sorry for being rude with you earlier.

....

What was that???

I freaked! What the hell is this? How does he knows about my home adress?? How does he knows where do I live?? How did he got here?? I opened the box, finding a same pair of pants and shoes.

What the hell??

Am I being stalked?

I turned to look around house, running up to down to see nothing. Who kept this on the door? I ran outside down towards the watch man's cabin,

"How may I help you ma'am?" He asked. Me I trying to hold on myself.

"Is there a register of people coming and going?" I asked him, when he nodded and gave me a file from his desk. I opened the file, following the date from yesterday, looking at all the names and room numbers that was related to me. But non. Did he registered with some other name?

" I want to check, CCTV!" I demanded him, when he disagreed mentioning some lame readers like society policy.

Damn!

I walked out again, coming inside my home. I felt naked in here. Thinking someone is watching me.

I took the bouquet and box of shoes and pants. Walking at the garbage area of apartments. I put them into trash.

This is freaky. This is not some normal shit. And not some romantic gesture if that's what he meant from those flowers.

("For hunting down.")