Where there is wind, the trees sway.

Besotted

Vikram

Stacy Vishwanath had just moved to Delhi when I had met her. I smiled as I thought of our first encounter.

I was attending the bachelorette party of a close friend at 'Shaken Not Stirred'. Soon, I found myself dared to get her number. She was there with her friends, talking animatedly. Chugging a glass of wine to get rid of my nerves, I approached her with confidence but, the only thing I could manage was, "H..ello...I am beautiful...".

Stacy and her group of friends broke into laughter.

I facepalm myself every time I think about it. I had wanted to say, " Hello there beautiful," and get her number like a pro. I only wish I hadn't been that drunk that night, but then if I hadn't, I would never have known her.

I was so wasted that I didn't realize that I had grabbed her coat on my way out. I got on a cab with one of my friends and was on my way to my apartment when I noticed another car following ous cab.

I thought that it could only be a mere coincidence and I would lose sight of the car soon. But the car only came to a halt when the cab had reached my destination. The same girl whose number I'd been dared to get, got out of her car, came up to me, and punched me on my face instead of giving me the number I'd been expecting.

"How did you find my house, you creep! Did you sniff my coat to find out?" She screamed.

The drunk me had only found enough strength to look at her, baffled.

My friend was not as drunk and in pain, as I was tried to calm her down and explained after which she had turned silent and had walked upstairs.

The next morning I found her outside my door waiting.

"I'm Stacy and I'm very sorry about yesterday. I was a little drunk," she said.

Drunk or not that punch did hurt. I had a pink bruise on the left side of my face.

That's when I remembered. I went in and brought her coat out.

"Not as much as me. I'm sorry about your coat though." I said handing it to her.

"I guess I overreacted"

"No. it's good to know that you're a strong woman. I passed out from your punch before I passed out from the wine."

She laughed.

I had asked for her number after that, again, but that time without stuttering. Before we knew it, we found ourselves around each other more often. Two months later, I'd worked up the courage to ask her out.

She was the happiest thing that happened to me after my mother had passed away. No matter how desperate the times were, I always felt better around her. Her presence was reassuring and she always knew what to say.

Thinking of her alone was enough to make me smile.

"To the woman who always takes my breath away, but still is the air that keeps me alive."

I thought as I slid the Tiffany box inside my pocket.

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