In The Eyes Of The Beholder
This one's for a beautiful, bratty, brat that makes me want to kick her butt.❤️
Chapter 1
It was a cold January morning and she was sitting outside a coffee shop, under the patio heater, enjoying every sip of her decadent, chocolate chai latte. She gave a blissful sigh as the sweet, creamy taste exploded in her mouth. If her husband were here, he'd surely have given her beverage the evil eye.
"Geet do you know how much sugar that drink contains? 50 grms. Do you know how many teaspoons that is?"
"10 teaspoons, Geet."
"Your teeth are going to rot and your insides are going to collapse on themselves, with all the sugar you eat, honey."
She grinned to herself and rolled her eyes, as she took another sip of the sinfully rich liquid. Too bad, since he was not here, she was drinking it. If he had anything to say about it, then he should be here, where he could see her drinking it.
She got her Ipad out and logged into India Forums. She laughed out loud, as she read Madhu's funny sher. This girl loved to randomly create these silly rhymes that just cracked Geet up.
She received startled looks from a group of three young male customers at a table nearby. Their gaze turned to admiration, as their eyes fell on the gorgeous young woman sitting at the table. Suddenly the laughter at their table turned boisterous. One of the guys straightened his cuff link, while another pushed his hair back and flashed an extra wide grin to show off the teeth, he'd just had whitened at the dentist's the day before. The third guy exclaimed loudly,
"Man, this town's got some gorgeous beauties."
Geet looked up at the disturbance, passed a cursory glance at their table and frowned.
"Uh!! What loud, noisy idiots. Nasty pests. Wonder what's amusing them so much," she muttered under her breath.
She took some cotton balls she usually kept in her purse for emergencies and stuffed them in both her ears to drown out their voices.
She went back to browsing the threads on IF. This is why I love India Forums, she thought. No faces to look at and no real people to deal with.
It was the sad fact of her life that her best friends were people she'd never seen her entire life. She never could keep friendships together in real life.
"Oh shut up Geet. Stop having this pity party for one, right now. Enjoy the day, enjoy the friendships that you do have and don't worry about the rest. Carpe Diem Geet."
She gave herself a mental pat on the back for the small pep talk she'd given herself and was soon engrossed in an evilly, funny chat session with her forum buddies.
Maan Singh Khurana was sipping a cup of espresso con panna, straight up. No sugar and cream for him. He liked his coffee as God had intended it to be. Dark, black and bitter. He was sitting a few tables away from her had observed the whole exchange.
Idiots. Preening peacocks. Trying to attract a female with their loud mating calls and showing of their colorful plumage. These peacocks were doing the ritualistic mating dance around the wrong female though. He should know. He'd been with her in the same college for four long years and had pursued her relentlessly. He'd done all the things those fools were doing and much more. But to no avail. She had never paid any attention to him, at least not the kind he'd wanted. She had run rings around hi and generally driven him crazy though..
Now as he looked at her, with one half of his face covered by the newspaper, he smiled at her unawareness and irritability. He was sure she was mad at those guys. She had no clue what was going on in the minds of male population of this world. He drank in her face. He just inhaled her presence. His heart was pounding and the cup that was holding the espresso had a fine tremor to it. Tears washed his eyes as looked upon her dear face. He looked upon each of her features and cast them to memory. So long, it had been so long since he'd seen her. He'd missed her so much, that at times he'd thought he'd choke on that sensation. But she was here now, right in front of him, barely a few feet away.
He looked at those soft lips moving as she muttered something under her breath, smiled and then frowned. He hastily turned his face away slightly to the left as he saw her get up.
Geet was done with her chai break and it was time to get back to work. She logged out of IF, bagged her Ipad and got out of her seat. The guys at that table had continued to be loud and she had lost half her pleasure because of them. She cursed them under her breath.
Suddenly her eyes were drawn to the man sitting a few tables away. She was never drawn to people's faces and she never tried to make eye contact with anybody, unless it was extremely necessary. Perhaps it was the fact that he was holding the newspaper in such a way that it covered the left half of his face and one half was visible. The shape of his ear looked quite familiar. She frowned as she looked at him intensely. Did she know him? Never mind Geet. You will only embarrass yourself, if he turns out to be an acquaintance. When will you learn Geet? Forget it and just ignore him.
She started making her way to the steps that would take her down the raised patio. As she reached his table she passed a covert glance at him. He was clean shaven, but she could see the hair that formed a mustache above his lips. His face was averted. Not that it would make any difference, even if he were looking straight at her. She had no clue who he was. Just as she reached him, he called out,
"Excuse me."
She hesitated for a moment and then looked at him. The newspaper was still in front of his face.
He looked at her from the corner of his eyes and licked the corner of his mouth.
"What?" She was confused. What did that gesture mean?
Didn't her husband do that when he was trying to flirt with her? Was that what it meant? But then why would a stranger try to flirt with her? Her vague sense of recognition fluttered again and subsided.
"Are you by any chance trying to flirt with me?" She asked point blank.
The old lady who'd been sitting at the table on the other side of Maan and who'd been staring at him in fascinated horror and pity all this time spoke timidly.
"I...I don't think he's trying to flirt with you dear. I think he's trying to tell you that you've got whipped cream on your mouth. I don't think the poor fellow would flirt with a beauty such as you. It's a pity. But for that one flaw, he is a fine looking young man."
Maan saw red at that statement. To hell with it. He had thought that meeting her again would not be in such a public place. Damn it all to hell. He dropped the newspaper and suddenly stood up. Before Geet had a chance to gather her wits about her, the stranger swooped down and kissed her senseless, whipped cream and all.
"I love you Geet and I missed you."
For a breathless moment his lips clung to hers, then he released her, picked up his bag and started walking away.
To be continued...
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