Found You.

chapter 4

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If there were dinosaurs, still alive; maybe, just maybe they could've come and eat you up. Saving you from a lot of pain. One gulp, phoosh you is gone, my pal.

But the problem is: they aren't. There aren't any dinosaurs to save me from the pain.

The duvet is soaked in my tears, but I can't stop my tears. Mehak called me out a few times, before storming out the room, after cutting the call. Telling me I've got it wrong.

I got wrong what?

Coming here to LA? Yes, I've got it wrong.

But, that son of a butterfly couldn't have told me this a week prior? Is he so fuckin' busy? Is he so ridiculously busy that he hasn't the decency of not wasting anyone's time? I pegged him fucking wrong!

I cry even harder, I never felt so pathetic before? It's like every single air from my body whizzed out, leaving this sonofabitch of a heart beating so hard every throb could be felt clear as day.

I sense Wes and Mehak rush to my sides. I cucoon in more, clutching the duvet tighter near my face.

I so fucking hate when I'm bawling and people walk on as if they fucking have the right, bestowed to them by the royalties of Uzbekistan themselves, to see me when I'm this vulnerable and red.

"Kia-" Wes it is.

"Give me a bit of time, guys. After I mourn a little, I'll get back normal. I just need to let it out. Start eating, I won't eat." The wave of tears and emotional pain hits a whole new level now, as I say the last word. I spoke in a civilized manner, however.

I let out a wry chuckle internally; my control over my outbursts really surprises me sometimes.

"Kia, fuck, dude. It's not what you've assumed!" Wes yells. He never yells. That makes me put a stop on my misery session. For now.

This time I give them a fuck -- I stop crying (stay in the cucoon position) and scoot my eyes at them.

Mehak starts; "it's really not what you think it is. He hasn't cancelled. Dorothy or Desmond whatever that woman's name was; informed someone in his family has fallen ill. So, he's on his way to his family -- he'll be back in 3 days. You can't have your interview tomorrow with him, but Dimitri has asked you to call her after you're done with you're errands."

The air stops.

"Yes, we're trying to say you that for so long." Wes sighs and racks his hair.

I look at them. Blankly.

My brows furrowed, chest still has the hollow suppressed feeling. I still feel like a vessel of heaviness with everything sad brown in colour.

I heave a sigh of relief. I realise I was holding my breathing since I don't know when.

I breath, still feel this tightness in my chest.

He hasn't cancelled.

I sit up; both of them on their knees on the floor.

"He hasn't cancelled?" I feel my face symmetrically wet by the tears; the air conditioner running chill down my face.

And spine, apparently.

They shake their heads.

"Oh," my face breaks into a smile, my head hangs loose between my shoulder. Still, my heart keeps on throbbing.

I feel the something crawl out the back of my neck, making me feel better. Then, I start crying again.

This time for a different reason.

"C'mon why are you crying now?" Mehak asks in an exhausted way, and reaches out to hug me. I shake my head, face-palming. "Why are you crying now?"

"I feel so exhausted, Mehak. This is taking a toll on me. I don't think it's a good idea."

"I don't to what to say, woman. I've seriously never seen someone so nervous; even I wasn't this nervous when I bombed my calculus exam which still claws it's mark on my career." Wes gets up, starts walking towards the door. Before going out he starts again, "I've got the dinner ready, 5 minutes are all you two get to get to the table."

"Kia, buddy. You're stressing yourself way too much. You've to call Dexter after you're done eating. Let's go now get some bread."

***

I called D'Amore after I was done with the dinner yesterday. I was such a nervous wreck while talking but, D'Amore is so sweet of a woman she made me forget it all. I've never met her, but with the pictures I've seen and the voice I've heard over phone seemed like she's on her mid 30s or something.

She told me to come to Mena's House today, to get done with some paperwork (I've no idea what sort of paperwork, I've never interviewed any big celeb before. When our company got the big cases, they always were given to the American natives and veterans) and some of them, quote and quote, are also my limitations and regulations.

She gives me the address of Mena's house at Encino. And, asks me to get here by 6:30 pm.

It's 6:27 pm. And, I'm punctual.

I am standing infront of what I assume is the door right now. But I can't press the calling bell, and I've reasons for that.

Two reasons to be precise, a) it's not 6:30 pm, only 2 minutes remaining (trust me I'm punctual, but not this punctual. It's just that I'm shitting my pants right now) b) as a girl, born and brought up in a middle class family at a middle class neighborhood in India, living with her bestfriend in a 1bhk apartment in Canada for 4 years -- I spare myself some moment to eye fuck the house.

Seriously speaking, I never saw a house so beautifully kept. The place I and Mehak live in is at an average neighborhood in Canada. Nothing this extravagant.

I check my watch, it's 6:31 now. I push the calling bell button, I hear D'Amore yell a "coming."

I assume she's somewhere upstairs, as she (supposedly) making it down the stairs to the door I look around the place, turning on my heels.

His house is really, really beautiful.

And the fact that he's not here makes it less, how should I put it, thrilling, I guess? Not the word I wanted to use, though.

I hear the door creek, I turn and face the door.

I produce a warm, genuine smile.

"Hey, I'm Kia Choudha..." My voice dies in my throat. Every hair in my body shoots up.

Hey ! Hope you guys enjoyed this chapter, let me know your opinions on this in the comments please 😄

It was such an hard chapter to write, phew !

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