Part 5
In a brisk manner, she walks towards his cabin knowing one of his deficencies being patience. However, as she approached the door, her feet cease. She stands there for a moment, finding her heart racing. Was she nervous? But why? Standing there, flashes of their meeting came before her... The oblivious elevator encounter... The interview collision... His on the spot job offer. He had not questioned her once. Did not even scan over her certificates. Rather, without directly looking at her, he said, "Tumhari kabliyat toh meine us pehli mulaqat mein hi jaan li teeh..." (I perceived your abilities in that first meeting...) At some point in her association with the company, she had been offered the position of P.A. to Mr.Walia himself, and she had hesitantly taken it up. Strange it was, all this coming back to her so randomally. Partially aware of it, her hand had made its way to the door. A slight push, and it would fling open... Dismissing the thoughts, she weighed down on the door just enough so that her head stuck into the lavish room, "May I come in sir?"
He didn't look up, the mysterious eyes appeared to be busily scanning some paper layed out on the table. In a gesture of acknowledgement, he just waved his hand in "come in" motion. Curiosity swept her brain, but she had not expected the deep sigh, which slipped through her lips... Looking up, much to her relief, she saw him continue to look down at whatever it was. With a stroke of confidence, she walked up to the large desk, on which the other side sat Jai Walia.
"Betoh", he said yet again without looking up. "I'm ok sir, thank you." An awkward silence prevailed in the room. She felt her eyes shadow the movements of his hand which were enveloping a circular shape... A paper weight perhaps... Yes, it was of clear colour, rather odd she found that... But more so, it was his fingers twirling it in a circular motion that seemed to irk her.
For a moment all that could be made in the stillness of the room was the soft sound made by the object between his fingers continuously mapping a fixed area of the wooden desk. The intruiging eyes continued to pierce through the screen of the laptop and she felt the strange nervousness creep in. Finally, his authorative voice pronounced the departure for Zurich tomorrow. The meeting was to be held in relation to the new hotel Walia Industries was constructing in Zurich, and required his presence for the initiation of the project. She looked on dumbfounded at his confidence. He obviously felt that she would come along without so much as a protest, and she felt obliged to say something... But words seemed to have lost her, and all that she managed to mumble was an uncertain, "Yes sir" before making her way towards the glass doors.
Behind her, the softness of the circular movement made by the paper weight seemed to have taken upon a more irritating tone. As if by some automatic impulse, her feet ceased mid-step, and her gaze shifted towards the glass before her. Taking a deep breath, she turns as her flying dupatta conveys the sense of urgency.
From the corner of his eye, he catches the dense blue fabric of her dupatta fill the empty air... The gentle clink of the equally deep blue bangles hit each other make a melodious music and momentarily his ears deafen to any sound besides their oblvious jingle.
With a stride of some unknown determinancy, she arrives at the edge of the desk, towering over the mystifying presence of Jai Walia. A tentative moment passes and her hand finally grasps the opaque blue pen her fingers had unknowningly brought along with her. The soft rolling fainted and she turned to leave... And stopped still. Turning back, her hand reached out for his, silencing the oddly irksome noise.... The hand set supportively underneath his chin remained umoved, as did the rest of his rigid figure. "Khamosh honton mein bhi shayad zubaan hoti hai... Bas sun ne walah hona chahiye... ", she whispered assertively(Even hushed lips have a tale to tell... There only needs to be someone to hear...). She instantly felt the skin beneath her palm loosen. Lifting her hand, she quickly walked away, avoiding the captivating eyes...
His eyes looked up, perceiving the blue-clad figure walk out briskly as that strangely intoxicating scent fills his vacant senses... In some strange instinct, his gaze shifted towards his hand still encompassing the paper weight. Gently, it left his grasp as he pulled his hand back. As he pressed his head against the cool leather of the head rest and allowed his lids shield his vision... his ears sensed the discrete movement of the circular object travel aimlessly across his desk... and hit the floor.
Cheers,
dc
Edited by desi chic - 18 years ago
Bade Achhe Lagte Hain
CID
Book Talk
