The Touch

The Confrontation

HIS POV:

She is indeed impatient. It's been almost thirty minutes since I have seen her waiting eagerly to meet me. But, I cannot let my identity loose, neither can I allow her to see how I am slavering at her beauty.
I am sure she doesn't have any idea that her attempt to look lascivious has surpassed her assumption of how lecherous she could look.

I finally decide to get up and walk towards the table. Her eyes didn't reach all the corners of the roof, that's the only possibility that she didn't notice a masked man who walked in right after her and then went away to the other side.
But amidst all my circumspection of her probable movements and devising the story line to approach her keeping a perfect balance between strong enough to protect her feminine energy but soft enough to allow her feel safe with her new "stalker", I must thank her mother.
Hadn't she gifted the earrings to her daughter and asked her to wear them as her her last memory, none of this would have been possible.
I know how unethical it is to use someone's emotional belonging to meet up my requirements, but, what if , that person is unaware of this "happening" and it is harmless to her?
I want her to feel my presence, my affection, my soul, my touch....before she gets to see my face.
I want her to remember how madly she was in love with me without knowing the literal meaning of the term  'love' .......
All before her father got to know about us and decided to take her away just because he couldn't accept that purity scale wins over property scale and that her daughter could never make an engineer's son , her "best-friend" specially in the case ,where he himself is the owner of the company that engineer is working in.

I, was young enough to allow myself to play and spend time with Stella as her best friend, as her support, as her closest and safest place to run into......but ........
I was old enough to understand the difference and the complicacy of standards, class. How the scale of earning can absolutely smash all the emotional grounds and purity of bonds.

I am sure she doesn't have any idea about any of those incidents about how her father insulted my dad for sending me over to their home to play with his daughter, how he claimed my dad to be an opportunist for using me to get hold of his daughter 'emotionally'.

I have waited all these years to come back to her , make her fall in love with me, make her remember our childhood, make her remember how eagerly I used to wait for her to start my day.

And now......
I will.
Slowly....
And
Steadily....

'Off' I typed on my screen and hit the send button and wait until the symbol goes green signifying that the man in department of the electricity and lining of the restaurant, has received the message.

Oh, to meet her is such a costly but absolutely worthy thing.

Within a countdown of fifteen seconds, the lights of the whole restaurant goes off, allowing only the street light to fall onto creating enough light,to walk in or see things but not enough to identify the faces.

I have exactly 7 minutes. 420 seconds.
That's her time. Her time to try identifying me.

I walk towards her, surprised to see that everyone except her is a little or less hyped about the sudden power cut.....as if she is absolutely aware that this is my trick to come in front of her.

I finally come to stand in front of her at a perfect and exact distance of one hand.

She turns her face towards me.

Oh
Myh
Gawd

She is a living beauty. But in the dark ......
the outline of her face , her structure, the sharpness of her jawline, the glossyness of her skin, the plumpness of her tight red lips , the volume of her odoriferous hair is just adding a heavenly touch to her appearance.
Even in the dark I can easily see the curves of her lips slowly forming....as she smirks at me.

My heart skipped a beat. I can feel my heart racing at her appearance. All my confidence of standing strong is as if facing a wreck right now.

"So , you finally came" she chimes in her bird voice.

I regain my consciousness and snap back to reality.

"As promised, squirrel" I say and move the chair to take a sit down.

" I knew, you'll definitely draw a cover to prevent me from identifying you" she says.

" Of course, that's exactly what made me fall harder for you. The ability to assume the probability absolutely perfectly. " I say.........amused........

"Oh okay. That seems funny that my creepiest stalker who has successfully invaded all my security lines and most importantly my private space, has had the audacity of falling in love with me" she says and laughs.
I know she is corny in her tone right now but for some reason I sense a confidence. As if she knows something.... about me.....

"So, I guess we are even on our deal right now?" I ask her.

"Yeah we are" she lowers her voice and tilts back her head allowing it to rest of the back support of the chair.

She is thinking something. Anything. I am not sure of.

It has been six minutes already.

"So....I guess I should leave" I say...... slightly nervous.

Never did I imagine that I'll be nervous on confronting her. Never ever did I.

I slowly get up from the chair and turn to take a step away when she suddenly says staring at the sky.

"You really thought I won't be able to identify you, isn't it?"

My heart stops beating immediately at her words, I feel violated for some reason, my blood runs cold at the calmness of her voice.

Okay calm down. That's her trick. That's how she pulls out her trump card. I cannot let her do that on me.

" Yeah I did. But now, after you have said this....." I stop.

"What?" she asks.

"Till now I have just 'thought' but right now, I am absolutely 'sure' that you haven't yet identified me"  I say and half turn to smirk at her and then walk away leaving her spellbound at the twist.