The Gymnast's Escapade

The Gymnast Meets The Designer

Firstly, thank you to all those genuine fans of mine who're with me always. Now, I'm clearly seeing the amount of fake and true people here. So thanks a ton guys. 

Keep the comments coming because I love reading everyone's point of view. 

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                                                                        Act 1, Scene 5 (Continued)

The pause that infused between Harsh and Aayush was neither alarming nor calm. Brown eyes held the jet-black in a scrutinizing way where nothing or no one mattered to either of them, but it was only two people who tried to understand the thoughts running in the others mind.

On one side, where Harsh gulped a lump down his throat; on the other, Aayush sat calmly gauging him with his expert eyes trying to interpret the kind of feelings he harboured for his Aashka in the first look.

"Do you know there are two kinds of stares?" Aayush spoke, tired with Harsh's silly fidgeting activity as if he was forced to confront a tiger alone in the forest.

He never remembered having such lame reactions when he met Raisha's father for the first time. If anything, he depicted calmness and his sincerity to his in-laws and he expected nothing much in return from whoever came to see his daughter but now that he saw Harsh, he knew the man needed guidance before he stepped on the wedding dais.

Harsh tried to find the right words to answer him but nothing came in his mind.

Argh! What do I say?

Where did my brain go today?

Dammit! No one told me that you go brain-dead after meeting a girl who could be your wife. (Subconscious pout)

Not having anything to say, he shook his head in denial after few seconds. And practically, he was sure even if he knew, he won't be able to utter a word to this man who imposed such an infectious effect in his surroundings that people can't help but wait for him to talk. And from what he saw in Aashka, she had something very similar to offer. Maybe, that's why she easily conversed with his family while he couldn't utter a word.

Way to get yourself embarrassed in first meet only!

No humour is equal to no charm.

Huh!

"Watch and learn," Aayush instructed and he nodded not knowing what he wanted him to see but his eyes popped out when Aayush turned his attention towards his wife; in seconds his face became something else, his eyes depicted no seriousness but shine; his body didn't indicated his male strength, but calmness, while his lips convulsed into a small smile just by staring at his laughing wife.

Harsh's mouth open in disbelief as shifted his gaze from Aayush to Raisha, and vice-versa. He blinked his eyes several times to confirm he wasn't dreaming.

Was this transformation ever possible?

He couldn't answer himself because Aayush kept his hand on his shoulder and pressed it a bit gaining his attention.

"The way you look at someone shows the kind of intentions you've for them. So, remember be upfront in front of Aashka, not a stalker because she hates them. Make sure next time when you plan on gazing at her continuously, you're alone, because elders can be offended easily." Aayush explained looking straight now and Harsh opened and closed his mouth like a bug just got inside his system and gaped at him unable to believe his ears.

This man warned, explained, and even gave a green signal to him in one line while it took his father ages to even utter the words of love to his mother. Like WTF!