An Aesthete - A triangle love story

Chapter 4

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Sorry Makkle, 

Konjam PhD and konjam body damage, so I couldn't update An Aesthete on Wednesday and the updates of LR also got delayed. 

Will update LR on Wednesday, until then manichu .. Also I couldn't proofread this chapter, so athukum seethu manichu..

Love you 

RK Tejaswi 

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Hridhay

Why do they always choose him over me?

I close my bedroom door behind and lean against it, trying to forget the moments I held Darshana close in my arms. In the past two and a half years, the maximum physical contact between us was either I'm tapping on her shoulder or she touching my biceps (of course without her knowledge) until yesterday.

I didn't know when everything changed but it all started as a payback to her father for being a good professor and a father to me which my own father wasn't. He wanted her to stay away from the art and the artist behind whom she was wasting her life. But unfortunately her favourite artist owned gallery and house is situated in the same city as mine.

I tried my level best to keep her busy and away from him. Moreover, her snarky attitude, which none has displayed to me, made me pressure her with more work and tasks so that she would leave the job and the city. But with her rebellious persona she would somehow find a way to finish all her works and reach the gallery or sometimes the beach side where his house is situated like last night.

Her rebellious character is what pulled me towards but to see that she is doing all this for the artist keeps me away too. Her spitty tongue, her angry eyes, her short but high held shoulders are the death of me. When returning to the penthouse from the club where I picked up this clingy girl who just left after slapping me, I learned that Darshana is in a diner.

Ashok let me know that she was with her and I got my stress relieved with the help of that girl. But when Darshana didn't return home and decided to stay at the beach near the artist's house, I had to leave the sleeping girl and the penthouse to check on her.

I made a mistake at the acquisition meeting by running behind her and letting the opposition know that Darshana has a hidden power over me. If they want to get back on me she will be the first one they will try to hurt. It's my responsibility to keep her safe.

When I returned after Darshana, that girl was awake and waiting on the couch. She lured me and we ended up going on rounds of stress relief. I didn't notice the time until Darshana walked in and saw what she never should.

I'm not sure whether she is innocent to these but the anger and irritation in her eyes killed me. Still I acted as if it didn't affect me. But I wasn't expecting her to infuriate that girl and make her slap me.

The victorious gleam on her lips and her taunts just wanted me to pin her against the floor and tame that rebellious spirit of her. But I didn't, I couldn't without her willingness which is a dream for me.

I finish my other morning chores before entering the shower stall and let the hot water glide through my back. The images of holding Darshana close in the elevator, parking lot and now in the living room, flashes in front of my eyes. She felt so small and soft in my hands. All I wanted to do was crash my lips against hers, carry her to my bedroom and show her how much I want her.

When she doesn't even look at me as a human, what can I do?

If she had just stood by my side when everyone was paying respect to my father. If she had at least asked how I was feeling after all the rites were done. I would have felt there is at least one soul who thinks of me. But no, she left me alone like other business delegates and employees.