UNNOTICED LOVE❤

aftermath

PRAKRITI PURNIMA

His phone rings and we part away, coming in senses our body still tangled. His lips hovering mine like controlling himself is so hard for him.

His eyes searching in mine so much as he wants to know what's going inside me. I remain silent, my lashes lower not able to look at his. His phone rings again bringing us out of this beautiful dream. He put me down from desk. His hand smoothen my blouse  than form fist before leaving me.

As he moves to pick the call, i immediately miss his touch on my body.
"Yes my baby, how are you. Papa misses you so much." A small smile form on my lips as i see him talking with his daughter. Which later lands me in the pit of reality. My broken self does not fit in his perfect family. He have a daughter who he loves to his heart and he probably need a caring mother and wife rather than a woman who don't have anything except work in her life.

I starts to arrange papers, these annoying tears again filled my eyes. But i won't let them fall because i shouldn't be sad over a dream.

I look up. His hair dishevel, shirt have crease marks. If i look closely i can see  lipstick stain near his mouth. An awkward air fill up our space. He part his lips to say but nothing come out.

"It's late, we should leave. Even Sweety must be waiting for you." I say  avoiding any talk  over the issue.
"She is at her grandparent's home." He clears. I nod in understanding.

Our way to the parking is silent. Everyone has already left and didn't utter a word. As i hold my car door i hear him "Can i drop you home?" A sarcastic laugh erupt inside me on his use of home. My apartment is anything but home. Wise decision would be to decline his offer which i haven't made in a while.

So here, i am on his passanger seat. Suffocating silence again hovers us. He breaks it "we need to complete the design within this week because i have to visit my parents as Sweety's summer vacation are also going to end soon."

"Oh, no problem. We have done a good portion today. It will be complete within week." I blur, to which he immediately give side eye to me. Than i revisit my statement in mind.

Fuckkkk, 

It can mean differently.

Did he thought about our kiss, why he think that.

I take a breath to calm my expression.
I look out of window, cold air hit my face, hair flowing with it.

It comes to halt and i realise i have reach my building. It is a seventeen floor store own by my family. It doesn't have any warmth like Raghav's home had. It's just brick and cement for me.
Car door get opened by him. I look at him looking at me. His eyes showing something which must be illusion because there is no other explanation of him wanting me not to leave.

I step out. And walk inside without turning even for once. I enter the elevator and reach my door. I switch on my apartment's lights, stand in front of window knowing he is still standing beside his audi waiting to ensure my safety. He do this every time when drop me home during our late night work.

I close my eyes. I never thought about it earlier but now i wonder
'does he wait for every woman he drop home, give her his hand to hold when she walk down stair, always there when she needs him, look at her with those eyes like he do for me'. My heart drop at such thought. I know i don't have any right on this but still selfishly i want to be the only woman he treats this way.

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RAGHAV KRISHNAN

I look at the woman with black luscious hair through the glass of  chamber, grey  sparkles her brown tone. A smile flash on her face as she open the tiffin and saw jalebi with kachori. Now she will devour first bite of jalebi, blink her lashes and a sweet moan of her will be heard than look at Narath as comment 'soo goodd, it's not too sweet. Just perfect'. I predicted because it's the same reaction every Saturday and to witness it i stand here every Saturday to glimpse at my dose of peace.