VIVAAN
I was trying my best to not make her uncomfortable anymore, & so walked past her to the elevator, but she being she can't help but distract me, firstly with her anklets, which make me realize that she is coming, coming to me, exciting me. & then with her loud mutterings, which I find cute. I told her that she can be read easily, & she was unpleased by the idea.
Yes I can read what she thinks, easily, & anyone else can. But something in those shiny orbs is dark. Those eyes have something mysterious in them, when you look at them, closely. They narrate several tales, some happy, with joy, but there are some incomplete, dark tales, suppressed, which are undeciphered, like some ancient language which one can see, but can't read or understand. Like the darkness of the night is hidden somewhere in the Sun's presence, similarly her dark side remains unseen & undeciphered, within the glitter of those vivacious eyes. & today I experienced that side of hers, while she cried over my shoulder. She hides her darkness from the world.
After seeing her the night I met her, & the day she fought with that bitch for Vidhi, I understood one thing, that she is a fighter, & not some cry baby. But she did cry in front of me, once on the call, & today. Does that mean she is opening up to me? I thought while in elevator, looking at her, & she looked nervous. I don't know when did I take steps towards her, but my trance got broken by the tinging of the elevator. I unwantedly moved away, & she relaxed visibly, & ran to her car, & I smirked looking at an almost chirping her.
'Too eager to run from me, to deny your feelings again angel!
Too bad, cause I won't let you fly this easily Birdie!' I thought & smirked, before taking her hand in mine, stopping her, & making her see the punctured tire, & her face dropped, making her look so cute. & then I showed her my I-don't-care attitude, cause I knew only I am here to help her. & much to my relief she couldn't even book the cab, her phone was switched off, maybe she forgot to charge, & I feel lucky. Though I would never 've allowed her to go in the cab, but yet, I needn't argue with her for this now. Cause convincing this stubborn little parcel is not that easy, & I don't want to scare her by forcing her.
As she turned to me, I showed her the attitude of not giving a shit, & looked in my phone. & I don't know what came in her small & fast brain, that she silently came towards me, with her not so silent anklets, & tried to peep into my phone with a bit widened eyes, like it would help her see more! I saw all this from the corner of my eyes, all amused, biting me inner cheek, to keep my smirk in check.
I felt being looked after, by this small act of hers, like she cared, & a wave of joy ran down my heart. I suddenly interrupted her, & she screamed, placing her heart on her chest, distracting me.
I shook my head, cause I don't want to sleep myself shaking again, & showed her my car collection, & she got excited, & started chirping yet again. She swirled, to look around all my cars, & lost her balance, & shrieked, but I held her, closer to my chest.
'I will never let you fall Sweetheart!' I spoke in my brain, caressing her beauty with my eyes. It was like my all senses were feasting on her. Her Jasmine perfume, plus some lavender fragrance coming from her hairs, along with a mild coconut & chocolate fragrance from her skin, making me want to taste her. Her beauty making my eyes getting soothed. My skin relishing the feeling of her soft silky one. My ears listening to her fast rhythmic breathing. & then she slowly opened her russet eyes, amazing me yet again with their shine, & I got lost. My trance got broken when she tapped on my shoulder, & I looked everywhere but her, cause she ignited desires in me, & I was burning already, & then the reason of interruption of this beautiful moment which we both were sharing with each other, when even she forgot her reluctance, came in my sight, & I gave him my deadly glare.
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