Arshi OS: What if? (1)

What if?

He furrowed his eyebrows as he watched a scared timid girl walk on his show as the showstopper. He could tell by the way she was holding her shawl and taking short wobbly step that she was not any model. And he could easily tell that the dress she was wearing was not designed by his company. Hell! It was not even red; the color code for the fashion show that evening. It was green.

Fury built in him. What was that chit of girl trying to do? Trying to ruin his show. He tracked the movement of that girl as she walked through the ramp. He fisted his hands and gritted his teeth as the murmur began to arise in the audience. Pure rage could be seen in his eyes but he sat in his place. He knew he couldn't do anything as long as the show is going on. As soon as the show finishes he is going to destroy that girl and whoever sent her here.

He watched as the girl reached the front. He looked up to her face to only fall in a trance with that beautiful face. His trance was broken as the girl turned to walk back and he could no more see her pure face but as soon as she turned he felt terror built him in as she stumbled on her own dress and he didn't even know when his hands raised up to take that falling angel in his arms. He held her securely and pulled that small soft body closed to his chest. He slowly gazed up at her face. He could clearly see her rosy lips trembling. He further gazed up to her timid little nose. They were red and then he slowly looked up at her eyes that kept him stunned. He could see millions of emotions in those hazel eyes; fear, anxiety, terror and worry. But the first thing that striked to him seeing those eyes was innocence. Those hazel orbs that held him in a trance were shouting of her innocence to him. He once forgot all about his show being ruined or any of his rivals sending her. Seeing that beautiful and pure face, he had a sudden urge of holding her in his cocoon and taking all the terror and worries away that her eyes were showing and to never let her go. He had a sudden urge to see how those trembling lips would look if they were pulled up to a smile.

He came back to the world as he began to be blinded by those camera flashes and those questions that were being thrown at him about the girl that was still in his arms. He slowly loosened his hold on her as he began to lower her legs on the ground and the girl sensing his actions gripped his collars halting his actions. He again gazed at those innocent hazel orbs and saw it pleading him of something; he didn't know what. He stiffened as the girl circled her arms around his neck and buried her face in the crook of his neck. He felt her shiver and he automatically pulled her closer to him, more secure in his arms. He signaled his bodyguards with a simple gesture and he walked through the crowd still holding that girl in his arms as his bodyguards cleared his path. He entered one of the guest rooms in his newly acquired home; sheesh mahal with his PA Aman hot on his heels.

"Aman, I think you know what to do." He said in his usual bossy tone.

"Yes, ASR."

"Make sure Aman. None of the videos or any pictures should be telecasted."

"Right, ASR." Aman replied as usual confident and returned with his phone against his ears to complete the work his boss has assigned.

He walked towards the bed in the room and tried to lower the girl but she was adamant not to move as she held his collar more tightly. He sighed. What was scaring her so much?

"Hey! You can leave me. There is no one here." He remarked.

The girl slowly lifted her head from the crook of his neck and he felt her hold on him loosening. He gradually descended her on the soft bed.

"Chote!!" he heard as he turned back to look his sister entering the room. He sighed.

"Everything is alright Di."

He turned back to look at the girl who was staring at her lap. He could say that she was still scared the way she was sweating and was fiddling with her hands.  He took a glass of water from the bedside and shoved that to her face. He kept holding the glass of water with lot of patience as she first watched his face with a doubt and then to the glass of water. He observed how her hands were still shivering as she took the glass from his hands and drank to quench her thirst.