"How long is it going to take?"An impatient growl, travelled into the room from outside.
Radhika sighed. Dear, lord, help me in getting rid of this impossible man.
"I can't reach the zipper of the dress."She yelled finally, giving up, all her hair f...
Radhika was in a kid's workshop. It was a place where the kids get to know about watercolours, paints and canvases. She always would unwind here, away from the reality of her life. Away from the hustle and bustle of the city. The kids were ever charming, laughing, smiling and playing with the colours. She forgot herself in their eternal joyous zeal.
The youngest of them all was sitting in her lap, the kid was a one-year-old. He had tagged along with his seven-year-old sister. Attaching to her foot in a tight grip of arms. He wouldn't let go even with his mother's reprimands and dragging. The woman finally gave up trying. Radhika assured the woman that, she would look after him.
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The woman already known to her through constant visits here, easily trusting her, gave the kid's necessity bag to her. Reminding her of all the things in it. Formula milk, warm water, diapers and everything.
Radhika had played with him before. Right now, he forgot his sister and got attached to her. He was all cute with dazzling dimples and smiles. His smile was a toothless grin, that added to the adorable. He was really small but he walked so fast. Here and there. Round and round in a circle. The kid's name was Zayn, he reminded Radhika of her nephew, little Rahul, of her elder sister Gayathri's son. It was so long since Radhika met her. Oh, how she missed them all. But Gayathri was in Bangalore, and quite busy being a housewife, and Radhika couldn't meet her often.
Little Zayn now pulled at her dress, he got her out of the trance, by tugging it down her shoulders, it was half sleeved floral patterned one. A red floral dress, which reached up to her knees, leaving her legs bare. She had straightened her tresses in a smooth shiny lines, Radhika let them fall all around her shoulders in waves. It was a long time since she had pampered herself at a spa the day before and or dressed up today. But, now she did care about herself, as she felt her mood lift a little by seeing all the kids here with much enthusiasm.
There were a lot of other volunteers like her, helping the kids with the colours and sketches. The hall vibrated with it. Her smiling eyes moved all along, moving and gliding, it fleeted past a black lean-back figure by the wall. Her eyes moved forward uncaring.
Radhika's eyes widened a little, seeing, spotting and recognising. As her heart went into overdrive, her breath shortened, pulse thrummed, senses heightened to a notch, her gaze went back to the black-suited man, leaning his back on the wall, his eyes observing her through all the distance of the little crowd.
It was five days, four nights, six hours, twenty-five minutes and a whole of lot sixty seconds passed since she last saw him. Her hot skin and mind reflected immediately a picture as a graphic video of their kiss. Swirling a warmth on her skin already, and reminded her of the things that happened next after the kiss. The desperation she felt, crazed her mind thinking about the things.
Right now, he moved away from the wall and sauntered forward. Towards her. The throng of the little crowd moved away from his space giving him the way to walk. Even the people around him melted away, that was something mystical about him. Always an alluring pull.
