Two weeks after he left, I called his number and it rang. I tried a couple of times but it was of no use. He didn't pick it up or say refused to answer my call. I decided to leave a few messages but it was of no use. It angered me to my core that he was ignoring me. Did I deserve this all?
I had left Mausam's place and was living alone. I didn't care if his mother came for me or Rekha. All I cared about was him. I wanted to see him but it seemed as if he didn't want to see me anymore. I sat on the floor and wept.
At around 8 p.m. I bought alcohol and started to drown in it. I hoped the bitterness in my tongue would let me forget the bitterness in my heart. I screamed in my room and decided I couldn't sit like this. I called a taxi and got into it. I told the driver where to go.
Once I was outside the building I looked up. He had told me he stayed at the office because he couldn't bring himself to be with Rekha. I looked up at the floor where our office used to be. The lights were turned on on that floor. I walked towards the front door only to be stopped by the guard. He was the same guard who used to work here when I was still working. He looked at me for some time trying to recognize me. I wasn't in the mood. I needed to see Alan.
"Miss," he stopped me. "You can't walk in at this time,"
I raised my brow daring him to stop me again.
"I need to talk to the CEO,"
"I can't let you in,"
I ignored him and started to walk in but he didn't let me go.
"What is going on?" I heard a voice I was dying to hear for the last two weeks.
"Sir, she was trying to get to your floor,"
I turned to look at him. His eyes met mine for a second and then he looked away.
"I am going out for dinner," he said looking at his watch. "When I come here she shouldn't be here," he said looking at the guard.
"She looks drunk," he said.
I was drunk but not enough to forget him or the pain he had caused me.
"Then find a taxi. She sure isn't drunk enough to forget her address," he grumbled walking away.
My jaw hit the floor.
I thought he would at least talk to me.
"Miss...."
"It's okay. I am leaving. Sorry for the trouble," I said leaving. I tripped on my legs and fell on the floor. Somehow I got up and left the building.
I started to walk on the sidewalk. I started to hear thunderstorms. When I looked up at the sky lightning split the sky. I felt raindrops on my skin. Suddenly I was grabbed and pushed inside the vehicle. I was too stunned to speak or scream and then I saw someone get on the driver's side.
"I knew this would happen," he muttered.
I tried to get out of the car but he locked it.
"Let me out," I screamed.
"No one can hear you,"
I started to hit him.
"Dakshu,"
"Shut up," I said not willing to stop. "Shut up,"
He grabbed my hands and pulled me closer to him.
"Two weeks, no call, no explanation," I whispered.
I did my best not to cry.
"You shouldn't have come here," he said letting my hands go.
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The Other Woman
RomanceDoes the love count when you fall in love with a person who is already taken? Who is married? Does love count? Or do you just become the other woman? Does love win over the title? Or is love nothing in front of the title? Read Dakshina's story...