Only You.....Just You.....

Chapter 6: Where are you...??

I was in Mumbai, in my apartment, lying on my bed and visiting the colonies of love in my heart, where the priceless memories of Alisha lived. The glimpses of those moments spent with her were as beautiful as she was. The heart suggested stupid ideas to get her back in my life but the mind always jumped in between and informs that she was never mine, so I had to put my efforts on getting her in my life, rather getting her back in my life. I know sounds stupid, but some great person once said, "The two most common elements in the universe are hydrogen and stupidity, best known as love."

The train of thoughts was startled by the ringing phone. I turned around and my ears came above the speaker of the phone and crumbled all the notes, I had made to tell her when I meet her. It was Aman, a 25 years old stag by passion and a jobless celebrity manager by profession. I received the call.
Before I could say hello, he said, "When are you making your own film. You don't know how many sacrifices am I giving to be your manager. Do you remember how many offers have I rejected for you?"
"Will you ever be serious in your life Aman?" I said rudely as I was totally annoyed by his call.
"What happened to you? Have you lost your mind? Or you have started taking drugs? I told you not to mingle with that Russian model, but no... Who listens to me? Now see what happened to you." Aman began his melodrama.
"Will you please tell me clearly," I said in a voice filled with anger. "And yes... one more thing, I didn't even touch that Russian model. I needed her for the film. The director had told me to meet her." I said in the same attitude.
"Open the gate ... I'm standing here for twenty minutes now. You were not even picking up your phone." he said.
My anger flew away. I disconnected the call and walked to the main door.
As soon as Aman heard the opening sound of the gate, he jostled and entered inside my house.
"Doing something important. Hmmm ...." he said in a naughty voice looking below my waist and showing sex through the gestures of his hand.

"There is nothing like what you are thinking," I said while trying to be annoyed, with a pinch of a naughty smile on my face.
"Come on Raj you don't need to hide these things to me. Is she in the bedroom?" he said and his smile got wider than earlier. He came closer to my ears and asked, "Girlfriend or escort?"
Before I could clear the misconception of his dirty mind he began to speak again, "You don't have guts to propose a girl. Definitely, there must be a Russian escort in the bedroom."
I sat on the sofa and kept my hand on my head. He was not going inside the bedroom. I caught his hand, pulled him down and made him sit on the sofa, then said, "There is no Russian escort in the bedroom. There is a Spanish model there. She came to me and asked me to recommend her for a music video. The director had disappointed her so I took the chance. And then..."
Aman cut me in between saying,
"And then....." he looked at me with a naughty smile, then I understood what was he thinking in his mind.
"Bastard..." I said in a very tizzy voice.
The expressions of his face were completely flipped within a second when I called him Bastard.
"This is what you think of me. You think I am so cheap." the changed expressions of his face didn't last longer than my assertion. He said, "I really don't know what does Bastard means."

In a moderate tone and calm tone, I said, "I'm in love." this was as fast as a bullet train but the ears of the dirty mind heard it. He stopped teasing me and asked, "What did you say? Say it again."
With a blush on my face, I said, "I'm in love."
"Oh..." this was what he reacted. I was amazed. I thought this was worth a bigger reaction. I was constantly looking at his face. He said, "What! I asked because I thought, a girl is in love with you, but you confirmed she is not, you are." This raised my temper. I stood up and asked him to get out of my house. In the next instance, he said sorry to me and showed interest in my love story.
"Who is the girl?" He asked seriously.
"Her name is..."
"Is she sexy?" Aman cut me in between and spoiled the mood. I got angry and in a loud voice said, "Will you please keep your fucking mouth shut?"