Enchanted

Chapter [2]

Ishan's pov:-

I stepped inside the aromatic instrument shop and tried to feel the counter to press the call bell.

I could just call out the owner's name but sometimes he is inside the attached house so he can't hear me.

But I didn't had to ring the call bell because I heard his voice.

"Hey! Ishan good to see you."

I heard Riyan say enthusiastically after patting my back causing me to flinch.

I am really sensitive to touch that's why I can't help but flinch each time at the slightest touch.

My hand followed the way to his hand and I shaked his hand.

"Good to see....I mean to meet you too."

I stated politely after shaking hands with him.

I sighed at the thought of the word 'see'.
It feels like an unbreakable curse now...

If only I could really see now....I would never shut my eyes ever again.

I have slowly realized that people really take many things for granted.

If only they have to survive without one of their vital organ for only one day then they would realize it's worth.

"Morning! Here to collect your guitar I see."

Riyan slowly patted my back and stated the obvious in a soft tone.

I slowly nodded my head and smiled to not look rude.

I don't even know if he would notice it though. I can't tell where he is looking at.

"You could have sent a voice mail. I would have delivered it to your house."

He continued after holding my hand and helping me to touch my repaired guitar.

A smile instantly formed on my lips as I felt the new strings of my guitar.

"No worries. Thank you for your help."

I thanked him while feeling the neck of my guitar and later tuning it's pegs.

"Can you hold it for a second? Let me grab my wallet real quick."

I said while extending my hands forward waiting for him to grab the guitar.

As he took hold of it, my hand instantly made its way to the back pocket.

"No worries you don't have to pay."

He politely said while patiently holding the guitar for me.

Why does everyone feel sorry for me? Atleast treat me as a normal human being.

I sighed at the thought but I can't just burst my anger more like irritation at him.

"No, you deserve it for your work."

I said formally while trying the find my wallet in my back pocket.

How come it's empty?

I checked my front pockets but it was nowhere to be found.

Then I remembered my encounter earlier.

Fuck! Was he a pickpocketer?

Or I dropped it somewhere?

Maybe I forgot to bring it with me.

I sighed in frustration after checking my last pocket desperately.

"If you really want to pay come and have coffee with me someday."

Riyan joked probably because he sensed my embarassment.