LOVE : A MATTER OF CHOICE OR CHANCE

Chapter 7

Nirvaan's POV...

I was totally surprised at Netra's level of confidence and her pursuance & adamancy to prove her point was something I admired. After that incident, whenever I received an email from her showing concern about any of the findings, I made sure to re-approach the financials. Seeing her get tensed on late sittings, whenever we happened to meet, I made it sure not to engage her too long in the discussions and even if it happened, I dropped her home, without fail.

I have my own way of celebrating my weekends with my friends, who are all the top executives in big companies. One of my friends is in the fashion industry and invitations received from him to attend parties or any functions organized by the top-level fashion industries are always attended by me and my friends without fail. One reason is I get to meet all the top executives which always turns fruitful for the business and for my job opportunities and the second we come across the industry's prevailing beauties or models.

With an utter determination to divert my attention from Netra, when I received a call from one of my earlier flings asking whether I was free on Saturday, whom I think I met at one such party, I readily agreed to meet her. When she introduced herself as Sheetal, I made it a point to remember her name at the time of meeting her in person.

So here I am today, sitting with my date, in one of the 3-star hotels. When I saw Sheetal, a gorgeous-looking short-time model, I greeted her with a hug and we sat across for a conversation at the reserved table. In a while, she dives into a conversation centered around fashion, the latest trends, expressing her envy towards her friends, etc. However, I can't help but find it all senseless and lacking substance. It feels like empty chatter, and I struggle to connect with her on a deeper level. Even though I always found such conversations baseless, just to elongate the conversation, I showed some interest and conversed in their tone. But, today, I couldn't make myself even admire her beauty when she was speaking in a dramatic & filmy way. It's not even 10 minutes of chatting and my head was already throbbing.

Unknowingly my mind drifted towards Netra, whom I recently met. Talking to her is an absolute delight. She has strong opinions and a fantastic sense of humor, which sets her apart from the other girls I've met. Our conversations are fun, and engaging, and never fail to entertain me. What I admire the most about Netra is that she laughs fully, without worrying about what others may think. She is intelligent and an amazing person to talk to.

Immediately I scolded my inner self and said to myself, "Hey, what are you thinking? I think I have not been laid off for enough time and I'm sure these thoughts are because of that."

I really need to be laid off, have amazing sex, and keep her mouth shut. The way she is blabbering is enough to make me mad".

I must admit that our dinner was fantastic and, as usual, it led to an incredible time in bed. I found it particularly thrilling that she embraced a submissive role. It made me feel a sense of satisfaction and superiority that fueled my drive to work harder and earn more. This mindset has become like medicine for me, allowing me to channel my energy into achieving my goals.

But one thing didn't go outside my mind NETRA this word had struck me. Why and when I'm not sure. I'm working more with her these days and as such I know I have an inclination toward intelligent people she is smart but her hairstyle which is the same every day her dressing style is a perfect turn-off. But, she doesn't seem to bother with any of these things, even when the females around her are dressed in such a way it looks as if they have come to attend a high-class party or to seduce someone. However, in comparison, Netra manages to stand out among all of these girls. On certain days, when we were getting late in one of the client meetings, I had always thought of asking her out for dinner, but the way her expression & body language changed once the clock ticked 5.30, I dropped the idea of even vocalizing my thoughts.