Let's Blame Kismet

Chapter 5

This is a double update. Please read chapter 4 before this

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His POV: 

I never bothered calling Jasmine after once when some other female answered. And for some reason I was contented on the fact that Jasmine did not push it further. That and even the fact that she called the meeting down to a club indicated that Jasmine just like me was not really serious about this meet up.

Why did I still come to meet was way beyond me? 

I was surprising myself. Jasmine had clearly stated that if I wanted to ditch the date I could, just I shouldn't inform her parents. We both could have discussed this matter over call and come up with some excuse for both of our families.

I deep down knew that I never wanted to call her back. Perhaps because this time for sure it would be Jasmine answering it. I knew in my gut that calling the same number again and hearing a different voice would for certain throw me out of the little bubble that I had built.

"Here she is" I heard Yuvan speak as he opened the door to the private dining I arranged at the last floor of the club, making way for Jasmine to enter.

She was beautiful, I wouldn't lie. Confident in her smile. She knew where she stood. She knew what she wanted.

The one thing I learnt in business world is body language and Jasmine was graceful at it.

"Hi. I am Jasmine" she extended her hand forward. Her accent wasn't Indian. Maybe she wasn't from here. I kind of regretted not getting any background information from my grandmother about her.

"Agasthya" it was a firm handshake. Corporate type. Business like. Like a deal.

But no matter how elegant and sophisticated she was, She was just like all the other ladies I had met in the past. Daughters of business genius in the country, daughter of celebrities etc etc etc.

They had all the qualities I would tick mark if you hand me a sheet listing the qualities I look for in my potential partner but still it always felt like something wasn't still there.

Something that I was still missing.

None of them felt worthy enough to gamble myself to love and take risks after whatever I have seen in romantic relationships of people around me.

Maybe I was too damaged of a card.

There was a knock at the door and without waiting for any response the waitresses just made her way inside.

"We are still deciding on the menu" Jasmine, as soft spoken as she was, politely responded her. 'Lee' as her name on the batch said. Many clubs like this one doesn't allow the staff to put full name batch on, instead they would cut them down to first 2 or 3 letters.

I wondered what Lee would stand for.

"I am sorry I am a new staff" the docile female just fidgeted with her writing pad.

"Its okay" Jasmine dismissed and went back to turning pages of the menu.

Was it just me or something was up with Lee, it was hard to say. She looked a little too nervous. 

Again body language.

"I am sorry" she apologised again. "I think your friend is in danger"

Jasmine immediately snapped her head in the direction of the waitress.

What friend?

"Who?" Jasmine questioned

"The one you left at the counter. I was there when you guys were talking. I heard you instruct the bartender to go for non alcoholic drink" Lee was practically rushing her words.

"Did he mess up?"

"No"

"Then what" I saw Jasmine practically losing all her elegance and it was fun to watch a woman in her fierce mode sometimes.

"There's this guy who is regular here, he is like a big deal around here, I think he has messed up with her drink"

"What the fuck!" The words left me with a tone that made the two woman flinch and Yuvan, my right hand man, rushed in the premise with his hands all set to pull out his gun.

Jasmine looked at me with eyes that screamed for help and terror.

"If anything were to happen to her, it's my fault. She did not want to come here." She sounded confused and clouded.

"What friend is this, who is this girl" I asked as we gathered our stuff and got up to move out.

"My friend Ruth" Jasmine said, running behind me to keep up with my wide stanced walking.

"The one that spoke with you on the phone"

I stopped abruptly and turned to look at her, making her almost trip as she came to a halt with that lengthy heels of hers. "Why did you bring her along?"

I don't know what my face showed. Fear, anger, confusion or worst, excitement - because I was certain I was feeling something out of these.

Or probably all of it.

"I don't think I have time, energy or even the compulsion to explain this to you right now. We have an important matter at hand." She looked at me with pure shock that said 'I can't believe you'

Yuvan had already rushed along with the waitress, who we were supposed to protect, and went to that 'big deal' of a man and Ruth.

"She is intoxicated" Yuvan muttered as we reached holding the culprit close and pushing the gun closer to his abs.

I looked at her, Ruth, pulling her own hair as her tipsy head moved around. Her elbow on the table for any support it could offer.

The length of her clothes was definitely not as short as much as it had ridden up her knees exposing her thighs. And her thighs were tinted red, like finger marks left behind on her skin.

I usually keep myself out of such business and appearances because I know any fault on my part immediately lowers my business value and stock prices. Yuvan takes care of the maximum dirty business for me but blame it on the hunger roaring inside my stomach, I turned around and planted a swift blow on his jaw and one more.

My guards stood ahead of me, protecting and taking care of that man himself dragging him out side the club that was witnessing another night of fistfights, while Yuvan stayed back for me.

Jasmine had rushed towards her friend, helping her drink water and get out of the stool. The bartender eyeing at her, then at us.

"You had one job" I leaned to talk to him. "If it is too much of a task, let me know, I can help you lose this line of work."

"I am sorry" he looked down.

"You think you can manage" I spoke to Jasmine. She looked like she was having a tough time handling herself and Ruth with all their belongings and high heels and sick of a dress to take care of. But again, not my responsibility. I just nodded and turned around, having that final eye contact with Ruth.

I gazed at her intently, trying to remember her as much as I could. Low key wishing to hear her speak just once more and confirm whatever it is that I have my hypothesis on. 

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