Cold /Mess

My heart is a (mess)

Arjun isn't used to attention. He lives in a cell all alone, left to stare at ceiling and dirty four walls everynight until his eyes shut in tiredness and he fall into a dreamless slumber. When everyone is out, other inmates leave him alone (it was not always like this. But then, fighting one against six and bash ones head through shower head means others got the message and mind their own business). Some stares menacingly, some look away. Some cliques whisper amidst each other, but no one bothers Arjun. Guards also pretend he's nothing special, just one of the thousand others criminals. It suits him just fine- no attention is good.

So, its amusing when prison is thrown in chaos, guards and prison head running around like headless chickens, some constables came to his cell to take him out and throw in a makeshift cabin with a table and two chairs. Arjun sat on one of those and looked at the legs of table- one of them was chipped in corner so the table was tilted on a side- when the door opened.

Few men, impecabbly dressed in formals, stood in the corners of room. An older, more senior man entered, stared at Arjun for a while, then sat opposite him. Arjun leaned forward, fingers clasped together, questions swimming in head but face remained smooth.

The door opened and shut again, and he stared at the new figure. An woman walked in, tucking hair behind ear on one side and fingers on a phone, all her focus at the device. She didn't look up, and Arjun was unable to look away.

The man opposite him was saying something, but he didn't pay attention. The lady didn't too, eyebrows knotted together as she kept looking at her phone, both hands busy typing something.

Loudly, he spoke, silencing the older man abruptly.

"You know whats my favorite color?" He was pleased when the fingers stilled, "Blue. And the color I hate? Yellow. Its yellow."

The lady looked at her shirt- yellow as a sun- and pressed her lips slowly to hide a smile. Raising her head, she looked at him. Brown met brown, and Arjun let out a grin.

"Hello, at last."

Her lips quirked, eyes locked on him. But she said nothing- absolutely silent till the entourage was in the room. Arjun heard bits and pieces of the man's one sided monologue, majorly tuning out his brisk voice and some boring crime related thesis.

Sensing it was a waste of time, the senior man exhaled in frustration and staged a walk out, everyone following him out.

The lady was the last to leave.

It happened again, just like last time. There was a gap of 1 week- not like he was waiting, Nope. But he was curious regarding the previous visit. So when the guards hauled him out of his cell this time, he decided to listen to the man's words- nicely, of course. Cant hurt.

The door opened, and a grin came on his face unknowingly. It was the lady, and it looked like she was alone.

"No entourage this time?" He asked, and once again, saw her lips twitching as she took the chair opposite him. When she kept her elbows on the table, it tilted on one side.

"The leg is broken."

"Okay." That was the first thing she said. It was husky, like – it was like an old record Arjun had heard back in time.

"No yellow I see."

"You said you don't like it."

"All this for me? I am flattered." Arjun crossed hands together, puffing out his chest mockingly. The lady's eyes followed his every move, amused brown eyes twinkling.