LOVE AND BETRAYAL

Chapter-4

For a very long time till the last week, fifteen minutes of my evening were dedicated towards staring down the museum and making plans to transform it into a state of an art architect. I planned to keep the exterior construction of this museum and to completely modernize the interior giving it a new, fresh start.

But since the auction, I haven't been able to face it as if I am the point of its mockery and the Victorian windows with foggy glasses are the eyes which are staring down at me. But now I am here staring at it from a distance, camouflaged in my car so no one sees me and remind me of my incapability and my failure and now I wonder if it would have been better if I would have gone to the auction, did I overestimate my trust on Delgano and his skills?

I have looked at her photo enough times to distinguish her from the crowd of London and the maroon scrubs help me differentiate her from the crowd, she cannot see me, but my back stiffens at her sight. She has something unnerving and calming at the same time in her aura. Nerves in my stomach are twisting in a tight knot and I shuffle in my seat at this new discomfort.

I am relieved that she cannot see me or more so she can't witness my uneasiness at the sight of her, her walk is calm as if she hasn't bought the most amazing architecture in London but as she stops in front of the museum, her eyes began to sparkle I can see the brightness even from this distance. Her demeanor and gaze reflects the pride she is feeling on her new purchase, and it is not until I see myself in the rearview mirror that I catch myself smiling, smiling foolishly at my enemy, the prey of this whole architectural food chain and the obstacle in the path of my dreams.

I thought if I will see her, a plot against her will hatch in my mind, I will find a loophole in her life from where I can enter and break the little dreams of her, but nothing came not even in the embryonic form. I just looked at her like she is going to hand me the keys of the museum but that was something far from possible.

Her slouched shoulders were trying to balance the weight of her bag and the dark circles were dancing under her eyes borned from the sleepless nights, the streetlights highlighted her jaw line in a dramatic way as if she is the central character of a play in which we are just parts of it and the streets are her theatre. Her face had this weird way of beautifying the normal things, the unkept bun and strands of hair flying away from it along with the flaky lipstick justified her long hours at work but still the things one would find non-pretty were the exact things making her look different from everyone in a beautiful way.

I hammered my fist on the steering wheel in a fit of rage because of the thoughts steaming in my mind for Raavi, Why the hell I am admiring her, Why I am wasting my time staring at her?

WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU, ROME? I ask myself aggressively.

But something inside of me was brewing, I wanted to know more, I want to dig deep, deeper than anybody in the life of Raavi Singhania. And when I want something my mind, body and the soul aligns in a fearful constellation which will only dissolve when I achieve it.

And as soon as I hit the accelerator to get far from her and the thoughts for her, a smile appears on my face, a devilish smile whose origin is someone's destruction.

 "Get me a weak, injured dog ASAP." I call my assistant and imagine Raavi's destruction.