Dusky Moonlight

Chapter- 2(2)

She played the violin sitting on the chaise beside a window, the music floated slowly to every part of the house. Rathi is having an incredible talent in this, she's just learning it for two years but she has improved to create her own notes which is kind of surprising to herself. She is no equal to a beginner, and no one could call her like that. Rathi considers this is God's gift and doesn't want to waste it in these four walls.

Her melody stirred up the house's lively mood and with the sound of rain in the background-- it's something heavenly. Not only she could play the violin well, but she also has a beautiful voice like a hummingbird. She sings occasionally while taking bath and traveling in the car. Shankari gave her an iPod containing thousands of songs which she listens to it whenever she feels boring. In that Rathi sounds like the extract version of a few songs that nobody heard.

Finishing the song like how she thought, Rathi had a happiness that no one could explain. This is the best one she ever created.

She opened her eyes and placed the violin on her lap. Tugging the hair strand that fell on her face Rathi felt something strange. Her keen eyes looked at the door, unhurriedly.

A sudden thunderstorm jolted her in shock, out of nowhere seeing the man standing in front of her has greatly startled her little bravery. For a moment she couldn't take her eyes away from him. Seeing his striking face, her heart started to thump in a different rhythm for the first time in her life.

Leaning on the door folding his hands across his chest he is intently watching Rathi and she doesn't have any idea who he is and how long he's been observing her.

His face was stern showing a perfect detail of his sculpted cheeks bones and his Iris colored in an unusual green mixed brown. He has long hair that fell on either side of his eyes until his cheeks and it looked messy. The white T-shirt and the black slacks fitting on his manly frame effortlessly. He is not too tall, must be five foot seven or eight inches. Totally he seemed to be a smart man who smiles very rarely.

Like disturbing their stares, his small smile made Rathi blink her eyes. She is blushed to see that man! And he must be around thirty-something!

In a confusion of how to react, she ended up looking at her feet.

Hey! What the hell are you doing? Ask him who he is? Her conscious alarmed her with this question.

Gathering up her senses she looked at him and he stepped towards her. She immediately got up from her seat when he is getting almost near to her.

Damn! God is a brilliant creator! She mentally thought after seeing the man closely.

"Who.. are.. you?" she stuttered.

"I am your guest," his deep voice echoed in that silent place. He smelled like a mixture of mint and cigarette.

"Oh, sorry I don't know," Rathi tried to smile but nothing is in her control.

"Fine, I heard your music and came to see you," he told sliding his hands into his pocket.

"Am I disturbed you? I thought there's no one in the house," Rathi worried whether he'll complain this to Shankari.

"No," he nodded. "I really liked it. You didn't waste my gift," he just revealed that in an impassive face.

Rathi's eyes widened in surprise, her lips curled in a smile. Tears welled in her eyes getting that realization.

"Is that you?" she asked him in disbelief since she thought it must be some old man.

He didn't smile just looked at her face, "Yeah."