Enchanted Pursual (Complete)

Chapter 7

Daksh Chauhan

The second last day of May.

I waited in the small cozy café that I was instructed to be present at right 1:00 pm. Everything here looked friendly except for the lady behind the counter and the way she handed over the cup of black coffee and a kit kat milkshake as soon as I had arrived 5 min aga, as if she knew I was going to be here and the one whom I was supposed to meet.

And even though I tried my best not creep out with the way her gaze studied me, as if she was confused why would I be here and somewhere she was right, with the occasion for what many would be here, I was surely not appropriately dressed.

Lifting up the cup of coffee, I dared to have a sip, and was shocked to know that it did surely tasted good. Still busy in davoroung my beverage, I missed out the small commotion that happened behind me when all off a sudden Mitali came and sat before me, her eyes still on someone behind me, with a bright smile on her face and she continued to talk to them, unaware of my stares as usual.

“you can thanks Rey for this milkshake and mom’s calling you since two days … answer her call this time or else with you even I would be dead.”

When her eyes returned to me, the smile that was there on her face if possible increased even more.

“I am so sorry for being late, I hope you didn’t wait for long?” she inquired, while I could only laugh. This was the third time that we were meeting again, had talked with each other numerous times on phone, yet this girl has never failed to amuse me.

“Hi Mitali, and no  Mitali I wasn’t here for long, I assume you are friends with the owners?” I asked as I kept my hands on the table leaning a bit towards her.

But how did I ever forget that it was Mitali with whom I was talking with. “I am sorry, I really don’t know how I always forget to say hi to you.”

It really made me laugh, she seemed so cute with the small frown of hers.

“I really don’t know, but it's okay as long as you recognize me and say at least something, if ever I hate something than its not being acknowledged.”

“and I hate being hungry, did you ordered something?” she called out to someone even before I could have said anything.

Didn’t she just asked me if I ordered something or not?’, I thought, than realization settled on me as soon as she began to give her order at the speed of a jet speed. It was as if the whole menu  was by heart to her.

I waited patiently, with my hands folded on my chest, eyes on her every move. How her hair floated with the slight breeze of the Ac that was at corner, or how her hands moved as explained her order, how her lips puckered as she stuck somewhere and pondered over the quantity.

Mitali, that evening I realized was a person who loved food. And I was glad unlike what her body structure dictated, she was a delicate person, she was someone who would do only what her heart said.

And the way she conducted herself, she surely was way different from her brother, where he thought over things for a longer time and only acted if his heart dictated… she was someone to feel the situation.

Just the way she had agreed to meet me the moment I had asked her to choose a place where she felt comfortable.

Once her attention was back at me, she smiled sheepishly. “and what about that milkshake? Mitali most of your order is filled with sugar and cheese.”

“I know, and please don’t tell Bhai about this, he is already behind my back to eat healthy.”

It felt refreshing to meet someone who harboured the spirits of his age, many people that I had been dealing with at the moment had talked about the times which seemed Nonexistant. Business models and deals, money some more money and than if not that than properties.