You, Have My Heart (Season 2 not a sequel ) Completed

Chapter 64

I didn't know how lonely I had been...
Until I had him

Okay it's time to relinquish my pride and approach to the person I'm in love with.
Disconcertedly I shifted a bit to the front edge of my seat, straightened my posture. My heart frenzied. I cleared my throat. I took a glance, Neil is sitting, engrossed in reading the script. He was over there an empty chair away me and Raj sir walked towards Pooja to describe her the scene she would shoot next.

Taking a deep breath before I close my eyes, I swallowed in consternation gripping the table edge firm both sides. And then I perceived....

"I...could.....
May I have a little talk with you?
I mean......
You know what....
I mean....Please....look" I left my sentence unfinished, gulped and I slowly closed my eyes.

While talking to Neil the condition of my heart was something I had never experienced before. Not even when I told him I love you, for the first time. It's something pounding inside me extremely violent.

Not getting any response from his side. I opened my eyes very causiously, pirrotted my apprehensive gaze over his empty seat.... Yes his empty chair.

He has gone.

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Gnawing my lips my anxious gaze scanned around and then stopped at some spot. I spotted him. A heavy, grevious sigh blew out my chest staring at Neil.
He is few metres away me. Some journalist has gathered around them. They were interviewing him and Pooja, asking them about the upcoming episodes.

"One week more and he will be gone" I winched on my seat dissolving my state of daze, my eyes snapped at the person said these words. Raj Sir, threw me a vague, curved lips smile. In hiding my indomitable mayhem heart I appeared my facade impassive, focused back to the monitor in pretention being busy. I felt a huge lump in my throat along with my excruciating chest.

Yes I have totally forgotten, Neil will be leaving us soon.
My eyes slided back to his beaming face. His hands went up to Pooja's shoulder in a friendly gesture. He leaned his shoulder, his eyes danced jovially speaking something amusing to that lady reporter, I surmise. That reporter and her camera man chuckled in response to his words.

Nothing clearly audible their conversation from the spot I was, only there abrupt voices.

His fake charming smile none can detect. He is a great actor I must say.

See you know he is not in peace either. Heaving a long melancholy sigh my subconscious shook her head twice bereftly. And I felt a tear threatening to drop down at the corner of my eyes.

His hands stayed on the spot for few seconds around her shoulder, in return Pooja flashed him a broad smile, then Neil towed his hold away her and shoved them in his trousers pocket, straightened his posture.

Neil wore a black three piece suit, looking scorching handsome as always. That's his today's costume. Today they were shooting a flashback scene.

I tore my gaze away him, landed them at the distance then back to him. I'm surprised, surprised seeing him so much unfazed after what has happened between us. Don't he suppose to look sad a little! I again darted my eyes off him.
You may think of me battling concentrate on my work but it's just a battle to keep my mind straight not to think of him, us.

Not more than a minute passed but I have to frowned in response when Raj Sir made this statement "doesn't he look too much impassive these day!"

"Is there anything you want to share with me?" his brow scooted at me away the monitor screen. Sir waited for my reply. I blinked my eyes rapidly few times being jittery.