A Tender Promise
Damn it. Rakshit's fist landed on the wall after he threw his phone on the bed. Where are you? Where are you dammit?
He hadn't seen Miss. Sood post his encounter with her. Her absence was causing him grow restless. He tried calling her several times but his every attempt of reaching out to her went in vain. He didn't even know her enough to make even a wild guess of where she could possibly go.
Every passing second was adding on to his anxiety. He probably wouldn't have cared otherwise, shushing his heart with the best logic provided by his intelligent brain saying, she was his employee, just an employee and he couldn't feel for her in any damn way but not today. She looked tremendously upset, almost broken and he couldn't stay oblivious to the same. He needed to find her. He needed to. He must.
Where are you Miss. Sood? He murmured, glancing at the clock striking 1 AM. Doing to and fro for more than hours had gifted him a good backache. His back screamed for some rest and relief to it but heart was heavier on brain. He wanted to lay down on bed but he was worried sick for Miss. Sood. It was almost midnight with no trace of her. I really hope you are fine, Miss. Sood.
Another hour passed. He finally slumped down on his bed. Get her out of your damn mind. Squeezing his eyes shut, he made another futile attempt that did nothing but just worsened his condition. Having tossed on his bed for more than he could take, he jumped out of the bed and strolled out.
He leaned against the bonnet of his car, with his fingers tracing her name on his mobile screen. Despite knowing it would only disappoint him, he still dialed her number, again.
"Miss. Sood." He whispered, gazing at her as she walked towards him. He disconnected the call, and mentally prepared himself not to react but he lost it. It had been hours since it was building inside him. He terribly failed to conceal his emotions.
As he was ready to demand an explanation to her for avoiding his calls, he was sure that she would come and apologize on her own. She advanced towards him. Shoving his hands in pockets, he waited for her to approach him.
His brows furrowed in annoyance as she walked past him. "Looks like you have forgotten that I am your boss and you work for me." Mr. Shergill could see no other way to stop her.
Her steps came to a halt hearing him. "I very well remember the job that pays me, Sir."
He furiously got to her. "You do? You do? Where the hell were you then? I have been calling you like a crazy. Neither have you bothered receiving the call nor have you cared that I might need you. I mean need you for work and you said you remember? Where were you?"
"I went after informing Mahima Ma'am." She mumbled taking in the weird way, he was reacting.
"Do you even realize it's midnight? What were you doing out till this late? Leave that. Didn't bother answering my call? Do you know how worried you got me? I thought you are upset and..." His voice trailed as his gaze stuck on her arm. He was so in the zone that he didn't realize all that he just spoke to her. His blabbering, though couldn't make him conscious but, left her amused.
"You are bleeding. What did you do? What happened? Come with me." Entwining his fingers within hers, he led the way. She was too taken aback to resist. It was when he took her to the kitchen, she got a hold on herself.
"I am fine, Mr. Shergill. It's just a small cut." She quickly pulled her hand off his.
"Stay still." He instructed, almost warned as he moved to the other side of the kitchen slab. He came back with water and turmeric. "Don't," he caught her wrist when she turned to leave and pulled her back, "move, Miss. Sood."
She gazed at him, who was busy cleaning her wound. The realization hit her senses once the water slid down her wound that it wasn't just a small cut. It was a deep one. She winced at the suddenly shooting pain inside her, involuntarily trying to take her hand free from his hold.
"Stay still, Miss. Sood." He readjusted his grip on her arm and held her in a more gentle manner. Leaning forward, he softly blow air on her wound. All that was in his mind was, just to somehow lessen her pain. He looked at her from the corner of his eye. She still had her eyes closed and the muscles of her face were still tightened due to the pain.
His head, slightly shaking, tilted back to her arm to tend to her wound. He continued frequently blowing air to soothe her pain. He carefully began applying a pinch of turmeric on her wound. Her hand clutched his shirt in her fist as the contact of turmeric with her skin started burning the wound more.
"Since when you started caring for me, Mr. Shergill?" She lifted her eyes at him, capturing the chance to give it back to him. The words that he said to her hours back were still fresh in her mind.
"What were you saying back then hmm? Meri aankho me bade sapne aur dil me business tycoon? I want to bring you on your knees like a Cinderella's prince? Kahin mujhe pyar to nahi ho gaya? Mera to nahi pata Mr. Shergill but looks like aapko definitely kuch ho raha hai. Aap mujhe ghurte rehte hai. Itni fiqr meri. Lavanya se shaadi karne me aap kahi se interested nahi lag rahe. D se shadi aapke Mom kehne par kar rahe hai. Kya, baat kya hai, Mr. Shergill?"
His hand froze on her arm listening to her. Sure, he was aware of feisty Miss. Sood but he hadn't expected her to give him back in that way. What was he supposed to reply on that? He chose silence, resuming spreading the remaining turmeric. He backed away from her, once he was done.
Darting a last glance at her, he turned to leave. He had barely reached the door when he abruptly stopped but didn't turn back. "I understand a loss. I have lost my father and I know how things can get. I have no doubt that you can handle yourself and handle yourself well but if, someday, it becomes heavier than you can take, I'll be there to listen, I promise."
She sat there, taken aback with the gesture he just showed. He was actually lending her his ear to listen to her emotional outburst. The great business tycoon Mr. Rakshit Shergill, who didn't cancel his meetings even on his engagement day was willing to take out his time for her?
But why would he do that? Visibly perplexed, she wondered if she judged him wrong.
He leaned over the window of his room, pondering over the events happened in the day. Miss. Sood had been messing with his mind. The dull ache still gripped his heart. Her tear stricken face still roamed before his eyes. His own eyes had moistened when she was crying for her parents. He didn't know what was happening to him but there was no denial anymore from the fact... the fact that he cared. He cared.
He cared for her tears.
He cared for her safety.
He cared for her pain.
He cared.
For her.
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I don't know how I ended up writing this for I hadn't planned a continuation to this. I hope this was worth your time.
Edited by IAdoreYou - 6 years ago
Arjun
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