Double update!
Hope you like it.
I highly recommend playing Chris Isaak's 'Wicked Game' while reading this chapter. The song reflects the emotions of Steven.
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Thought of the chapter :-
Raise your words, not your voice. It is rain that grows flowers, not thunder.
- Rumi
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STEVEN
They say that there is a choice to do or not to do but it is simply a milder way of alluding to do or to die. And I didn't have an alternative because 'to die' was never an option.
Somedays, I contemplate the reason for choosing business as a career. The rationale, I insinuate is probably my inability to ponder about emotions while taking a decision. I conclude that within these struggles, somewhere I have lost insight of the abstract sentiments.
Life can be simplified to the level of an atom if we just separate emotions from it. According to my estimates, that is exactly what made me culminate as a man of victory.
Then there are times when a sudden avalanche hits, sparkling all those latent emotions and wrecking the entire balance.
Right this minute, as I lie on the couch with the tie hanging down my neck and no jacket, the thoughts racing in my brain is not of my career choice. Instead it is the words of a gorgeous girl with a silken voice telling me to ask softly rather than ordering around...
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The chorus of Chris Isaak's 'Wicked Game' blends in the air as Emma steps into the living in a pale garnet dress flowing till her knees. Bewilderment is when I behold her in bold eyes, nude lips and that dress to which my heart skips a beat.
"A dress?" I ask even though I am the last man to care about a girl's outfit.
"Actually, there's not much work left. So, I thought I would just finish it off in an hour and leave."
"Any plans?" I enquire evenly.
"Umm... No but it's never late to make one," she replies, guarding her words.
"Of course."
I have always managed silence well because most times I was cocooned in it but sharing it with someone is completely a novel feeling.
"How about we cancel our work plans today?" I slash the silence.
"Cancel our work plans?" she questions with child-like innocence.
"It's never late to make plans and it's definitely never late to execute them.
Her deep, hazel eyes try to decipher the meaning of my words.
Not everytime can she walk away with a trail of suspence. Sometimes, I can do the same.
I think as I smile to myself.
Afterall, lucky is the man who gets to have the last smile.
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