Enchanted Pursual (Complete)

Chapter 8

please do read the Author's Note at the end !! 

The day of first rain of the year

Daksh Jain.

It was days later after the meeting at the small coffee shop when Mitali had herself came with the delivery of the paintings. She seemed so happy about it that I couldn't even say anything to her about how it seemed so inappropriate on so many grounds to have her personally give me the delivery.

But I was happy, the way she had bounced around instructing the people to unload each of the paintings with care, and when she had finally came into my house, she was even more amused.

Though I hadn't taken up all the 20 painting that she had listed out for me, after a lot of ifs and buts and yapping I was settled on 3 abstract paintings and 2 of the oil paintings.

Even if I had decided on them through the description and a few pictures, the final product was even beautiful than what I could have even imagined.

Picking up the last painting, I hooked it up on the nail and took a few steps back and observed it. The view was surely beautiful. And I must say, Mitali was right, abstract paintings looked wonderful on bright colors.

"Kaka can you please get me a cup of coffee?" I called out to our house keeper and walked back to the couch and pulled out my phone and quickly dialed a number.

"Jahangir art gallery assistant curator Mitali Jain speaking,"

"You should say hello first." My voice came in an almost nagging manner, as soon as the phone was answered by Mitali.

For the days when we had discussed and called each other we have discussed more like fought on the topic, how she managed to ignore greeting me a numerous times. But Mitali seemed to have come from some other world, for, she never took my words seriously or it was just her thing to ignore greeting people.

"Oh! come on Mr. Chauhan, you don't have to be a cry baby, think of it as my special way of greeting you... hellos are for everyone, there has to be something different for you right?"

For a moment there, when she had said that, I had taken her words seriously, but than she did the thing which I had to agree with her brother was really irritating especially in situations like these; she laughed, and I could certainly imagine her head falling back with her fingers covering her mouth as she laughed to her heart's content, for that silly joke.

"Very funny!", I paused for a moment to let her come back to her sense and said, "By the way I called you to let you know that I just got the paintings in their place, and you were right the abstracts looks best on bright walls."

"Awe baby, it's okay, I will be ready this weekend for the lunch, and don't you think we should call up my brother as well?" she questioned, as I felt my eyebrows furrowing.

"Mitali, do I hear a tinge of flirting out there?"

"Daksh, why do you think I might just flirt with you?" she asked, while I laughed. And just like that we became even closer to each other.

We weren't friends, but we were more than friends, we weren't an item, but we felt something stronger than that for each other, we weren't really into each other... but whatever we were, it was beautiful to be just given a title.

Mitali Jain

The day of the first rain of the year.

Drenched from head to toe, my bag on the verge of being thrown away into the dustbin, I ran off to the safer side of the road.