Unwelcome Emotions

S01- Last Chapter

there's no way I can stay, no excuse whatsoever. that day I had wanted to become rich, but even if I could reach her level, we could only be friends at best. Why would she be friends with someone like me? Anyway, for those two hours, I was heading towards a dream. She was the perfect, I had always dreamed, I've always wanted a guy like this. Look at fate, I've met a woman like her. I don't know why, but for the first time in my life, I feel this way. I don't care that she's a woman. This is the moment when I transformed from white to rainbow. Being a rainbow brings so much joy; I had no idea!

I didn't even realize when these unwanted feelings turned into something I wanted forever. Why did I start liking her cold hands in my warm ones, while my warm hands found comfort in her ice-cold touch?

"Thank you again." I said without any expression, I didn't need to tell her that I was even ready to go to the madhouse for her.

"Welcome," she replied with a smile.

My uncle's words echo in my mind like a haunting melody, warning me against forging connections with strangers. Oh, how I wish I could rewind time and grasp his wisdom before it was too late. I started to leave, walking very slowly. like moving slower than a tortoise. She then asked me,

"Hey, I like your lipstick. Can you share the name of? I want to buy this shade," she asked with a bit more excitement.

"It's Mauve Nude. I smiled and replied.

Well, she said something again and I was so stupid, I immediately responded with joy. Maybe I didn't even remember which lipstick shade it was, yet I blurted out whatever came to mind.

"Okay," she said with a sad tone. I must have taken a few steps then I stopped, pondering.

She noticed my lips too. Wait, did she really notice my lips? Am I overthinking? Wait, wait. I stopped and turned around to see her opening the car door. I couldn't ask her. She had already sat in the car. I was feeling quite demotivated, but then an idea struck me in a matter of seconds. I immediately messaged her.

"Hi, Anika here. I will share the details of the lipstick."

"Hey! I am Barkha!"

Barkha hung up the phone, a big smile on her face.

Barkha closed her eyes. Flashback to Barkha.

I was talking on the phone.

"I don't care if this deal goes through with you or not, lock it or else you'll be fir..." (I interrupted her straightforwardly.)

Who is she? How lovely she is! She's angry. Dam, she's angry. What did I do? my eyebrows would be lowered and pulled closer together. My attention was solely on her eyes, those sandy grey eyes. I couldn't even look into her eyes. I was lost in my thoughts, like someone getting lost in the deep green, blue, and violet color sea. I am searching for something while swimming in the deep sea. I couldn't really hear what that woman was saying, her eyes were compelling me to forget everything.

I'm holding the phone, just staring at a woman, on a road where the noise of vehicles is driving me crazy. Just a second ago, I was screaming at someone, but now my anger, which was never going to calm down, is just silent. Since when did I become so innocent?

I hung up the phone and apologized. As I was picking up her flowers, her hands resembled rose petals, while mine were trembling. I couldn't even breathe properly in her presence. I'm sitting in high heels, handing her the flowers, and in all my life, I've probably never even bothered to pick up my phone if it fell.

I was trying to understand my feelings as if I am searching for someone on the ground while standing tall in the sky, who might be smaller than an ant. I'm lost in the crowd, searching for my way, but when she and I both tried to pick up the same flower, her fingers touched mine and it was a 0.0091-second moment that felt like an electric shock. It felt like electricity coursing through her veins. I've felt this way before in my dreams when I always wake up before seeing that person's face. It's the same feeling.

She continued to scream in a piercing tone, saying that I had dropped her phone, I had accidentally knocked over the flowers brought for her best friend, and she would be late because of me. My heart didn't even flinch, I was more bothered by the fact that I was feeling upset about it, come on? Me, upset? People call me a bitch. Maybe who believes in magical things, but what I'm feeling right now is really strange.

If I were to be given a thousand chances, I would still want to confirm what is happening to me. I have so many trust issues with people. I want to confirm if I really felt the shock when our hands touched. It felt like an electric shock. I held her hand multiple times, it felt like I was transported to a fluffy, cotton candy world, the deepest sleep of my childhood. I've never had this much peace in my life, not even if I crack a deal worth a hundred billion bucks.

I spent two hours trying to make her happy but if someone was happy, it was me. More than anyone else. Looking at her expressionless face, it felt like she was staring at me as a crocodile looks at its prey. I was trying to say something, but it felt like my tongue was stuck with the world's strongest glue. My lady driver wished me luck when I sent her the address. I gained some courage. Then, I started complimenting her dress.

"I like your dress...."

When it was time to say goodbye, fighting these unwanted feelings became impossible for me. The cold-blooded woman, who didn't understand others' emotions, found herself trapped in the web of emotions today. What difference would it make to her if I left? For her, I'm just a helper. She wouldn't have felt what I felt, right? I'm nothing to her. She didn't even look back at me. I should try again. Maybe good people aren't written in my fate. Understanding this, I'll just go back.

In her touch, a spark ignites, so pure,
With her hand in mine, I feel secure.
Why this surge of longing, so intense?
With her, I find a rhyme, a perfect sense.

Tin! Tin! Barkha opened her eyes.

Tin! Tin! The sound of a message coming in catches Barkha's attention, she smiles as she looks at her phone.