Perfect Proposal

4. The vengeful night

That fake is the reason for which I carried that damned drugs or spray paints, or whatever, for money, and facing that police and that Dylan guy. Though the meeting with the latter one made me feel good.

Sliding my hands into my pocket, and after making my posture upright, with widened chest, I strode behind the guy, narrowing my eyes and fixing my gaze in my target.

Alright, calm down. What was the heroic dialogue I was supposed to deliver? Atleast gather his name, idiot. Ugh, I forgot-I freaking forgot. Scratch it.

What was it again? Mangaa, Maagva Kota, noooo, how can I forget it, um, Mango Iota it is.

"Mango, You fake, you said the same to me once, cheater!" I yelled, which made the guy turn his head suddenly towards me, but my gaze was too stubborn to shift.

"What? I have no idea about the mango you are saying. And who the hell are you? I remember people's faces but not yours, young man." He retorted, passing my glare, scanning me, as if I was an alien.

Young man! Yay! Finally.

"I know, and after I lift this moustache and beard you would be running for your life, cheater." I snorted, and pulled my beard and moustache, shooting daggers at the man.

"What-what do you mean?" Frown crept into his forehead, leaving a trail of sweats running in rivulets. "You..." A shriek left from him, making him tremble as the realisation hit him brutally.

"You wouldn't have thought to see me again, would you? It took me weeks to trace you. You really thought you could fool me like this one which is standing here." My lips twitched upwards forming a smirk, and glanced at the guy, beside me, for a second, though his gaze was smoldering, as if he wanted to use it to lance right through my heart.

"Now give me back my money, which you stole." Grabbing his collars, I yelled, shooting glares, which was enough to drill holes in him. Gritting my teeth, I raised my leg to kick, but the injury prevented me by pricking my senses.

"No, you gave it to me. Leave-leave me." Slipping away from his ragged T-shirt, he ran half naked, after pushing me away, though I landed against the steel railing.

"Argh, no, you stole my money by feeding me the lies about my destiny, bloody hell." Clutching the railing, I stabled myself.

"Stop it." The guy tried to control the situation but his words fell on deaf ears.

Gasping for breath, as the waves of adrenaline shot through my body, and grabbing my injured leg, I ran behind him through the sidewalk, leaving the bewildered young man behind.

"Stop right there, bastard. You are so-sooo dead."

After few steps, he disappeared out of thin air, or was my vision blurring?

"Why can't he run slow-slowly, ugh, I am tired, I-I can't do this, not-not in this attire." Panting, I sat down on the sidewalk, clutching my stomach, though my faltered movement meddled with the pedestrians walking rhythm, few managed to not stumble and bang their heads against the grey stones thus not to crack open there skull, strode past me hunting me with a wagon of glares.

"Clam, no, ugh, caaaalm down.Take a deeeeeeeeep breath. Oof." Well, I spelled the word in more intensity than actually performing it.

"Damn you. What the hell did you do? You ruined everything."

I turned back to see the guy from the bus stop, strolling towards me, carrying my beard and moustache which I had left behind.

As the distance between us was engulfed by his huge steps, his face was pristine enough to make my eyes collapse into a blink due to his glinting face, thrusting out his eyes, glowering at me, for some unfathomable reason which I am yet to decipher, and brew a shudder along my exhausted body.

His pitch black wavy hair strands resembled an untamed beast marching and attacking his face which was wrapped by the warm skin with golden-brown tint, calling in a war inorder to sync with his firm, heavy steps, adding the grace to overwhelm the scowl dappled in his face. Few stubbles were scattered along his sharp cheek bones indulging in its sleek nature.

Instantly my gaze shifted towards my legs, as the pain started to clench my senses, and ache my spirits which was dangling at its peak now. I lost that bloody Mango! Ah, I should've saved his name in my phone. But wait, as a person without any identity, why would he tell me his real name? What if it is fake too?

It's all my fault, I shouldn't have believed his lie. All the accusations snaked, from believing him, to losing him again draped around my already desperate mind.

The day I stood in front of my dance studio, alone, devastated, this man came in front of me with the most beautiful smile radiating it towards me.

My hindsight should be whip lashed as it does no good thing, rather hurl stones against my stupid, stupid brain. Do I have one? God, well, if I didn't have one, how would've found him again, right? Next time when I chase him, I should've sufficient resources.

Within a moment, I saw his tall figure towering over me, making my gaze freeze for a moment. Slowly, he leaned towards me, after throwing the beard and moustache at me.

"What did I ruin? I didn't understand." Huffing, I asked as the sudden unraveling events plunged me deep in hysteria.

"Everything. From your experience you might know that Magoa is a mysterious guy, and when finally I met him for a crucial business meeting, you came out of blue, and destroyed it by your wretched foolishness." Pointing his index finger at me, he fumed as his lips quivered under the coldness dripping from his eyes.

Dusting off my clothes, I stood up, returning his glare. Adjusting my jacket, as I removed my cap, and let my raven black curls cascade over my shoulder, dripping below my waist, nah, I wish I could say that, I have short hair, hanging almost between my shoulder and waist. For a split second I saw his eyes flicker, pursuading his gaze to rake over my thick lustrous hair, though he shrugged off, and fixed them on me, glaring intensely.

"Do I look like some mad girl wandering so that you could just come up and blabber whatever you want accusing me?" Crossing hands across my front, I asked, with low volume, determined not to distract other's, as we were standing on the side way, facing each other.

Girl, you still have the same spoon with you. Use it, and run while you still can. My distraught inner voice rambled inside me, nagging, as my hands slid to my pocket gripping the spoon,and cursing myself to not bringing something sharp other than my cheek bone!

"For starters," he leaned towards me, still caging the crimson red glistening in his eyes, the same colour of wine that stains our dewy fairy dress, making me gaze tremble incredibly at it's glare, "you definitely don't look like a girl, who puts beard and moustache like you, that makes me question your mental stability for sure."