Tanhayee.. FF(Part 10, pg.23) uptd 02/10

Part 1

A man dressed in black steps outside of a closed door and is instantly swarmed by a group of reporters, and anxious admirers pushed and shoved their way only to get one glimpse of him… Other men dressed in a similar fashion stood at the periphery, their eyes revealing a hint of what one could rightfully call as jealousy. Two other men had followed them out, one about the same age as the first, while the other looked somewhat younger. But no doubt, the figure in the black was the one whom countless desperate eyes searched for. He looked calm, collected, and no expression creased that handsome face. Flashes and lights tilted upon him and the two other men struggled to calm the crowd. The man left the group with a stern "excuse me" and walked towards an open elevator. As he stepped in, he was unaware of the person next to him until the voice filled the space occupied by the two.

"Tanhayee bhi kya cheez hoti hai na?" came the low, yet experienced voice of a female. The voice startled him but more than that, it appealed to him in an odd way, just in the first time of hearing it. He kept his balance while the comment caught him off guard. Slowly he looked up through the closing door hiding the world of cameras and questions… "Bheed mein akelepan ka bojh utana kitna mushkil hota hai na?... Ye camerey, wohe lights… undhar ke undhere ko toh nahin mita sakti." At this, he turned to face the figure for the first time; his eyes rendered those hazel eyes… Khol lined the edges flawlessly, but what got him was the peculiar glint…they were soft, yet hinted at lifetime of knowledge. It was really strange, but despite the silence lingering in the air, the sealed lips of his and hers, those eyes seemed to speak to him… He understood, yet not. He felt as though she had stolen all words from him… All of a sudden the elevator stopped moving, and the doors opened. The whole entire time, she had not even once looked over to take a look at her companion on the ride, and even now… without a word, she stepped out leaving the man in a complete daze…

He was sitting within some meeting. A man in a white blazer was making a presentation. The man in black looked up momentarily and looked as if he was understanding what was going on; however as he looked back down, the pen obliviously doing flips in his hand, all he could think of was her comment… All of these years, he had faced the cameras, the lights, the flashes, those crowds of aimless "admirers" but never had anyone recognized his burden. They only saw the business tycoon… but this stranger had reflected the person no one had ever recognized, never known… perhaps he had not either… All within two lines. Strange it was, but those eyes constantly flashed before his and he faintly heard voices in the distant calling… "Mr.Walia… Mr.Walia?" He looked up in a haze as the concerned faces threw questions at him. Mumbling an excuse, he exited from the room and went to the elevator, towards main floor and exit. As he reached it, the emptiness of the elevator felt odd to him. Did he actually expect the stranger to be there again? With a deep sigh, he leaned into the wall and closed his eyes… only to see that one pair haunt him again…

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