PART 23
After 10 years...
The shore laid empty under the scorching sun. It's highly unusual for the east beach of London to be like this. The views are breathtaking. The empty shore screamed in pain as the big hard long wave crashed on the pebbles. There are no sand. Instead there are miles after miles of rocky stones, pebbles, defending against the high energy waves from one side to another.
'you are so luck' geet whispered as her eyes glittered with the envying sun. Her small palm pushed few pebble to a side, playing. The heart did not sing any longer, instead it was surrounded by a silent cry. She smiled uncomfortably. Watching the scorching, burning sun disappear in middle of no where. its fascinating. It gave her life another meaning in the deep dark truth she have. She promised her self to forget the word maan, demolish the presence of his name, demolish everything that relates to him. Then again, his warm lips, there first kiss, there first smell, how can she forget?
All her small unwanted feeling of maan is very vague. It's disappearing. No matter how hard her heart may try to hold the love of his, it's disappearing. thats what she thinks...
Geet slowly stood up on the rocky shore, small pebbles crashing under her soft bare skin. Sending enormous amount of pain around her body. Geet drank her saliva, looking here and there for a big rock to ease the discomfort.
'it will be fine' geet whispered to her self.
'you can bare the pain' she smiled. Geet walked along the rocky stone until the small blue. Volkswagen became visible. She slowly dipped her small hand inside one of the jacket pocket and took a key out with key hanger name maan. She flicked the key and placed it on her hand, admiring the name. Her soft lips placed a gentle kiss with a tear drop flowing by.
'I miss you'......
Geet hand, a prominent, honest young lady. Who have done nothing except what her family have always desired, and nothing against who she loved. Looking back at the helpless time at past with maan have taught her nothing but pain. Traveling like a needle through the thin vain, releasing Poisons ever so slowly that could never be removed.
Geet stood up in middle of the busy London underground. Taking deep breaths. Every pair of eyes was gazing upon her red dress. The big curve was prominent that would catch any guys eyes, while girls jealousy, envying.
She pushed her black brown hair behind her ears. Inhaling deep warm sweaty air of the crowds of people. Her perfume was so strong it gave the surrounding a new feeling. A new name, a new emotion. But she failed in her most important emotion, love.
Now, many people would suggest its something that could never be yours, but geets heart knew well, it's maan. It's only her maan. She posses his every emotion, she can capture the shimmering light green, locked within her heart and he won't be able to refuge. She knows well, how his heart beats without any limit for her, then...
-then why there are no love. No emotion to share. No emotion to show, no emotion to care.
Life have been cruel to him, I know the fact, he knows the fact then why there was hesitation to show emotion that have many reason to share.
Geet inhaled the deep dirty air again. she twists her neck from one side to another, the eyes scanned the every empty gap on the busy london underground, to find little space to escape the heat. To be free and to run out without stopping. She should not care if anyone tripped on her big luggage, or care if she nearly pushed a little girl, separating her from her parents. Why she needs to stop, to apologias, why can't she be more tough and strong like her boss james!
Geet depressingly looked at the old couple who stood few foot way. Now that's a lye. there are no love.
Geet steps on the long big lift, it was moving so slowly, almost it did not want her to reach the final destination which was the james the freq. Her one and only hot boss. Who everyone dreams of sleeping with. His irritating hold and scold was nothing new. That brings chill down her spine. His blue eyes looks at her like she is his personal slave, while his hard rock muscle always manages to land in parallel motion in every corner of the office. Sometime she have this feeling to fill a resignation and walk out of the dull office, however this idea seems to have very slim chance as James would never let her leave, and even if she does he would make sure geet get a job no where in the England and then the nonstop complain to there parents. What a pathetic life she is living.
Geet smiled sadly at few people who walked passed her in such hurry, like if they miss the next train it will be end of there life. Geet took her small luggage and picked it up. Walking up along the long stair.
His office had to be in one of the ridiculous place in London to. Everything have limit but with James, limitation seems to be the wrong word. Beyond, I controlled.
The car also showed its true color today. She only missed one servicing, and here, it refuges to start. Now she have to run under the heavy rain, look for a taxi like a blind goose. Usually there will be lines of taxi outside of the Victoria underground, but today- what a day!
Geet eventually managed to find a taxi, she was running late. Something James can't stand. It's her 2nd day of being late, 1st one, it was soon after she moved out of her parents house. God knows how much she had to listen, how careless and pathetic her life changing decision is. & today again. Well, it's not her fault exactly that she found a 2 bedroom flat on the 38th floor, the view of the London eye and the bridge... Just like maan would wanted... Can that flat get any more nicer, where the river themes flowing right blow. It was new block of flat and geet have work hard for it. Surly she deserves a little treat to her self. The one disadvantage was, the office little far way. Maybe next time come out of the flat little early.
The office, James office. 60 floors building, laying next to some other long tall building. The morning orange sun was reflecting light, brightening the whole crowded street. The view was beautiful. Geet looked at her reflection, pulling the knee length skirt down. Her red high hill shoe gave the tight skirt and the waist coat another sexy look. Her red belt along her waist was another factor that brought her curve outwards and her curvy bum. Mostly all worker gave geet a quick glance. But who she to care, if the person she love is not there to see.
Geet with half smile walked in. Inhaling deep breath. N
ow where that assistant of my. He was tall handsome, well build... However geet couldn't eye him much longer. He is engaged to his long time girlfriend and already have one son and a daughter.
"
geeettt..." he shouts across the entrance. That tone of voice sounds similar. What's going on...
Geet drank her saliva, smiling uncomfortably.
"
you are 2 minute late. He is angry. He wants you right now. In his cabin. He already rang twice. I am scared" geet rolled her eyes. She somewhere have becomes used to his nagging. Why can't he fire her, she holds a degree. Job would be nothing however the reference, she may have to move to a different country.
"yes, let's go!"Geet knocks once on the hard mettle mirror door. It was see through, she could clearly see his eyes on her... But he waited. He silently looked back at geets brown eyes. After almost one minute he slowly indicates to come in. Geet already was thinking thousands way to murder him. Or put him through pains that he could never have imagine.
next- on its way
Cricket
Jhanak
198