Blame It On Love

Chapter 4

Last weekend was exhausting. And the work piled up on my desk was enough proof of it. I was tired of reading script after script and needed a break from it. I couldn't wait for Diya to come and bring some excitement in my dull life. Atleast I will have someone to go out with.

On the other hand Adhiraj was behaving distant. It was as if he finally gave up. But his eyes said entirely a different story. They was lost at times. While other times they were longing, he thought I didn't notice but I did. These mixed signals were making me mentally exhausted more than the physical work. I knew I must ignore him and his eyes. But heart yearns for what it wants. We never got a proper closure after our breakup. Maybe that is why our minds and hearts were talking about two different worlds.

Finally I decided to take a break from all this and divert my mind with something else. Shopping is a best therapy in the world for any women. So I thought of buying a dress for the upcoming event. I wanted to buy something for Diya too. So I took my car straight to the mall.
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"Welcome Ma'am." The attendant said giving me her fake smile. I nodded and walked inside. The attendant followed me inside.

"I want a gown for an important event. Show me your latest collection." I said and sat on the couch placed in the middle of the VIP room.

I took the magazine placed on one of the racks. When I heard someone calling me.

"If it is not the only daughter and beloved sister of Verma's." A familiar voice said. I looked up to see a familiar face that I had forgotten for the last two years.

"If it isn't the snobbish son of the Khanna industry." I said uninterested.

"Your indifference wound me, Aadhya." He said and sat beside me on the comfortable couch as if he owns it. He did own the entire boutique but currently he was pissing me off.

"It was supposed to wound you." I said with indifference.  Still not looking at him.

"Your rudeness is not going to make me go away." He said roaming his eyes from my face to my chest then all the way to my exposed legs.

"I can at least try. Now if you are done checking me out. You can tell me, why are you disturbing me?"

"I am the owner of this boutique. I am just greeting my prestigious customer."

"You will lose your prestigious customer if you keep on being clingy and desperate."

"You didn't say that when you were screaming my name while I fucked you." This time I looked at him and saw him looking at me with a smirk.

"That was two years back. And one drunk mistake." I deadpanned.

"But you liked it." This time I kept the magazine back and really looked at him. He wanted something, I was sure of it.

"What do you want Kartik Khanna?"

"What makes you think I want something?"

"You wouldn't have bought up that you cheated on your now ex-girlfriend with me because you were drunk. So speak up." That got the smirk off his face and he became serious. I knew Kartik better than anyone. We were like best friends since we were born. But fell apart after I moved to Yale for my post graduation. He went to Harvard then to study MBA. We dated when we were in school but realised we were better off as friends. Two years back when he came to San Francisco for business, he called me and we met at my apartment. He was telling me about his shitty dating life then I started talking about Adhiraj. One thing led to another and we had sex. The next morning, when we woke up and realised what we did. He was dating a girl named Girha then and regretted it. It was just physical and nothing emotional for both of us so we left it there and moved on with life. But he felt guilty and confessed everything to his then girlfriend. Unhappy with his actions she broke up with him. Kartik is a jerk with a foul mouth but kind by heart. So in spite of all the shit we are still friends.