"Plum. Gimme atleast a chance to explain myself."
"Nah. Nah. Nah. Please just get the fuck outta here before I call the cops."
"Nandu."
"Get the fuck outta here" She shouted from the top of her voice
"Comon Nandu. Are you kicking me outta here! Really." He came closer to her.
"Don't touch me. I really don't wanna see you anymore. And I dunno if this is some sick payback you want to do that you came here. Now please for godsakes leave me alone"
He didn't wanna argue further anymore. He left her place.
She just tumbled back to the wall and decided never to cry for him even though tears were pouring outta her like a faucet.
"Nope. I m not weak. I wont cry for that asshole" She wiped her tears off and started hitting the chair till she vented out her anger.
But she needed a zillion more of those punches to vent her anger for him.
She didn't even bother to know why he was here. Why to join in a job which she recommended for him to move in with her. After such elaborate fight months back for uplifting their lives. Here he was taking up the stupid job and not a care in the world he was here in her place pleading for what mercy she didnt understand.
She really didn't wanna know.
She might have needed the push for moving on but seeing him this callous over her feelings sure nudged her to fucking move on.
She dusted her place of his scent and his old crap which she took from him as souvenir to remember of him. Guess she might never need them ever again.
The hope for "them" was shipped way past midnight he kicked her off his bed for some lousy job.
"Buckle up Nandini" She said to herself and went to sleep.
Next day
No more awkward glances. She sure knew how to be a professional around bastards.
She didnt care for his presence.
Days passed by.
His little plea or rather cry for attention didn't go unnoticed yet she had the knack of being ignorant and being what he could never in a million years be of. Acting like the mature one.
And taking the high road.
Her social life roared too.
She was coming back to normalcy and finally talked to bunch of her wavelength hitting people and in days she had the clique.
It was during one of the EMSD's disaster survival camp.. Or rather the routine for coping up disaster and mass casualty.
She was forced to spend almost 48 hours in the same room as the jerk and breathe in the same O2 as him.
She couldnt care less.
When the first half of the session got over and as she heading to her bike as per usual. He grabbed her from waist and pulled her inside his car.
"What the fuck. Are you kidding me. Stop this charade of yours. Or else I might complain shit to the Board and have you kicked in hours" She sneered without a single breath.
"Nandu. Meri baat toh suno. Jaan. Plum" He pulled her in for a kiss.
She pushed him aside and hit him to avoid the mere touch of his body on hers.
When he deceived every single move of hers. All he found was the soul less lips which he craved for months to lay on. She just flinched her face like he was the snail.
He moved away from her face.
"Nandu"
"Nandu"
"I miss you plum"
"Just look at me."
"Jaan..let's just skip aside the past 2 months of our life"
"Plum. Sugar. Just look at me."
She opened the car door and came out without a single glare towards his direction.
"This is my fucking last warning for you. Touch me again you ll face the consequences" She spoke behind her back to him and left on her bike.
