Her Ecstasy

Chapter 10

~~Samaira's PoV~~

Something is wrong with that kid. I remember being so moody when I was being bullied in school.

By any chance is he being bullied?

I have developed a soft corner for him. For some insane reason, I see myself, every time I look at him. When he smiles, I imagine myself smiling as a kid. I have lost my mind again.

While I was lost in my thoughts, I received a call from Meera.

"Hello, our targets will be in a private pub tonight," she said on the call.

Uff! She has forgiven me. It is better if I don't bring that topic up. She might get angry again.

"Hmm, I will let Kevin know."

"Okay," she said.

"I am looking for office space," I informed her. I will start my own company here. I need to do something, I can't laze around. Not doing any work is equal to death to me.

"I will ask around," she said.

"I think he likes me," I blurted out without giving it much thought.

She didn't speak a word.

"He makes smoothies for me. He saves me from food situations. He hugs me and sleeps at night. And...and he packed lunch for me." I rambled.

"Do you like him?" she asked.

"No," I replied instantly. I can not like him let alone any human.

Liking people and trusting them has gotten me where I am today. Miserable.

Meera is the only exception.

"Think about it again. After a while, you will want to settle down. You can't keep wandering like a lost soul," she said and hung up.

She is still a little angry after all. I can't even blame her, this one's all on me.

I texted Kevin about that sibling's duo and he responded with a thump up.

I drove to the village my grandparents were living in.

I had to meet my grandfather, my brother mentioned once, that his health was deteriorating.

It was a three-hour journey to their place. My body has become sore from driving on the bumpy roads.

Finally, I reached. It hasn't changed a bit. I came here with my grandfather whenever my uncle returned home from his business trips.

I parked my car. It was nearly lunchtime. I drank the smoothie he made before getting down.

I don't want to meet them but I am doing this for the three steps he took towards me.

I knocked on the door. I heard my grandmother's anklets sound and bowed my head. I don't want to look at her.

She opened the door, "Samaira, you came to visit me. You forgave me?" her voice resonated with hope. Her veins popped out of her feet. She aged.

I didn't wish to speak with her. I entered the house and looked around to find my grandfather.

He was sitting on a rocking chair and watching television. News.

"You came," he asked.

"I did."

"You can leave after a while," he said, emotionless as ever. This is what I love the most about him. He doesn't seek forgiveness like others. He doesn't be nice making it harder for me to deal with it. He is the most deserving person for my forgiveness but he never asks for it.