My Lord...With Love

Chapter 4: Same posting

But very soon the realisation of his act dawned upon him and he left my hand as if he touched some very hot object. Though I was trying to do that myself, but seeing this somewhere deep down I felt hollow. Despite my unwillingness, I felt empty. He turned his face away from me, getting back to his business with other people. I anyhow excused myself from the crowd and got out of there.

Unable to hold back my tears anymore I let out a loud enough whimper while making my way towards my room.

The thing was my heart was physically aching, as it always happen with me. Whenever I get hurt emotionally there is a strong piercing pain in my heart. Maybe due to weakness of the cardiac muscles or whatsoever, but it was like that. And it was happening. My chest was feeling like being crushed by some heavy sharp stone.

So what if I ever knew him? So what if I ever trusted him?
So what?

I placed my hand on my chest in pain. But quickly jerked it away, realising it was the same hand which touched his hand a little while ago. My lips trembled, and face got stained by countless drops of tears. This day I thought was the worst day anyone could ever experience in their lifetime.

But who on earth knew, the worst was still to occur...

*

And it happened. Very soon...

I walked out of my house, towards my car to go to the court.

"Bye sweetheart, take care!"
My mother called from behind waving me goodbye. I smiled and waved back at her and continued walking.

As soon as I reached my car my gaze involuntarily fell upon one more car which was parked at a near about distance. And on the person sitting inside it on the back seat. I stiffened momentarily, but then chastised myself mentally for doing so. In a brisk movement I open the door with maybe a bit more force than needed and settled on the seat.

"Ramesh, be quick", I ordered my driver and within a minute I was leaving the colony towards the court. But not before having a last glimpse of my neighbouring judge.

*
A few days passed...

One evening an invitation came, from the district judge's residence. A party was being held at his place by him to welcome all the new judges in the city.

Now that my mom was not there to help me out, I decided to help myself out on my own to get ready for the eve.

A plain black saree with a plain golden border was what I decided to wear for the party. Pairing it with small dainty golden earrings and adorning a tiny black bindi on my forehead, I ended my dressup by applying some mascare on my lashes.

Around seven, I reached the venue and entered inside. The pathway was decorated with fairylights and flowers and a red carpet was spread on the ground. I felt giddy, it was my first official party afterall.

As I entered my eyes met a group. And I proceeded towards them.

"Hello..."
I intruded softly and the already gathered people passed me warm smiles and greetings.

How exuberant it felt.

Suddenly after sometime everyone starting looking at their right. Huge grins got pasted on their faces and voices came out delighted, but mingled and unclear. My eyes automatically travelled to the side where all of their eyes were transfixed already. And the sight which met my eyes made me still, once again.

Abeer stood their, beside the District judge. Breezily having what seems like a conversation with him. My lips twitched at the view.

His smile, his laugh, his eyes, he himself, looked so...breathtaking.

So breathtaking to even kill anyone.

Like it was killing me. Again and again.

Soon his small talk got ended and he came and joined us.
Gladness was written all over everyone's faces. No problem on their side, but such was his aura. He was too charming for his own good.

"Hi everyone! Glad to see you all" his voice came, but I didn't dared to look at him directly, now that he stood right beside me. My head was slightly ducked down but even without looking I could feel some sort of gaze on me. Or maybe my over consciousness was making me feel that way. But that was not the matter of importance right now. Presently the problem was- him.

My breath got struck at my throat everytime his arm accidentally brushed again mine.

What a torture.

I tried to act perfectly normal and tried to give normal, small smiles in between. But then some extremely funny thing spilled out from any one of the present people's mouth and a chuckle escaped my lips.

Followed by another small chuckle from my side which forgetfully made me look towards its source which was none other than, him. My smile died on my lips suddenly and so did the the one gracing his.

For a moment I was unable to look away.

His deep eyes were containing despair and longing. After a few seconds, he tried to pass a small, trembling smile at my direction. Only if this time I would not have turned my face away.