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Part 6
She could feel the soft, husky echo through the empty walls... course through her body like blood... mingling with her each breath. Silently, the reverberation rang clear in her ears... numbing her already sinking senses... Slowly, but with a stubborn determinacy the rapid wave of unconsciousness began to be replaced with a pulsating irritancy… Immediately, her eyes shot open and for the briefest moment… her gaze caressed his… Mutely, she wished the Earth would open and swallow her up as remnants of a shattered dream threatened to piece once more. Swallowing the thoughts, she looked to the floor and shook her head and retraced her attention to the man afore… barely letting her eyes settle close to his, she meandered herself about his frame and exited the room… Feeling her heart pound hard against her chest, she walked faster… desperate for escape… But is there an escape from your own shadow?
Staring into nothingness, he wondered at the recent events… Had it been real? Suddenly, the shores of reality and dream seemed to be in a foggy distance… where did he lay? Turning his attention to the closed door, he filled the vacancy with the only presence he felt… The hazel eyes slowly lifted to meet his. As she turned to leave, his hand automatically extended from the confinement of the pocket… unknowingly knocking over an empty glass. Still in a state of blankness, he walked slowly towards the door… a strangely familiar whiff of peony holding his senses captive… as his feet came to a stop before the glass barrier. Turning abruptly, his gaze rested upon the scattered shards and slowly he approached them… bending… Scanning the silent chaos of glass about him, his eyes hardened… while he lifted a piece in his hand… the recent scene still flowing before his empty gaze… A surge of pain ran up from his palm unattended and he closed his eyes in momentary relief…
***
Lifting her trembling hands towards the faucet, she was thankful as the cool liquid gushed through… cupping into her awaiting palms. Quickly, she brought it to her face… splashing it over generously. The cool tone felt refreshing against her blazing skin and greedily, she repeated the process a few more times before turning the tap off and grabbing the towel to the side. Lightly, she dabbed the soft material against her skin, unable to grasp some quick petals of water cascading down her neck. As she did so, her eyes slowly unfolded to her presence in the glass… the dulled dash of crimson contained her attention... with a mixture of disbelief. Still in a state of doubt, she lifted an uncertain finger towards the mark upon her forehead… and as she brought it back down, it all came crashing down… Flashes of her latest encounter with him breezed before her open eyes as she slowly melted to the floor… the crimson stain already blurring as the dam let loose after what seemed like ages… Three years of a dimmed inferno now set ablaze as the world became a mist of memories and grief…
***
"Welcome Mr. Mishra," he smiled lightly through the crust of his frame at the man meeting his hand in greeting as the latter led him deeper into the centre of the festive room. He offered his right hand and then retreated it, recalling the bandage and with the same grace, offered the other. Mr. Ward looked narrowed his eyes in concern after witnessing the white enveloping his hand. Quickly, he dismissed the man's question with quick nod and looked passed him. His unsettled gaze alas found content as his eyes cascaded down a figure snaked in forest green… Thick curls of black bobbed loosely as the owner turned aside to let another past. The same amused half-smile fell upon his lips as he brought the class to them. Nodding knowingly, he faintly acknowledged the man's lanky presence, while secretly following the champagne laced green as it layered sequentially at the owner's shoulder. Suddenly he felt his inside swell with disgust as he realized what he was doing… after all that had occurred… Excusing himself finally, he walked calculatedly to the sidebar… seating himself in a secluded corner. Setting the empty glass on the marble counter, he waved for the attention of the tender.
Plastering a practised smile on her lips, she nodded lightly at Mrs. Stellar's jovial presence as the latter continued her train-like chatter. Suddenly, she found a glass of some unfamiliar-looking liquid being pressed into her hands as the elder lady coaxed her into "mingle in the mood." Politely, she nodded in the negative, but the latter was instant and she felt herself clasp the cool glass hesitantly between her fingers. In the subtlest manner, she shifted her weight nervously… not for a moment, allowing her discomfort show. The reason for her nervous demeanour lay not only in the drink, but an inexplicable sense of vulnerability… as though held captive under a pair of eyes…
Unconsciously, her gaze panned the surroundings… realizing that the general crowd was immersed in their own. For the passed two weeks she had somehow managed to avoid him as his presence was only required in writing in part of the business relation they had stepped into. Every day she had awakened with the same feeling, and each day, it had subsided as she had drowned herself in the layers of paper and technical work. But today, the sensation refused to relent… slowly eating at her usual composure. Once again taking a quick glance around, she turned her attention back to the unaffected lady. Inwardly, she let out a deep sigh… but the strange feeling refused to budge.
Closing her eyes for a fleeting moment, she prayed for an escape… and when she opened them, as though having read her thoughts, an announcer came to the miniature stage. Soon after, the lofty setting was swept away in melody as couples entertained themselves on the welcoming floor. Almost immediately, her passive glance fell upon the dark and handsome Elijah Thomas as he approached her. Her gaze froze as though caught in a lie when the latter offered a hand while flashing a smile, which would melt any other female around… Finding herself in an awkward situation, she looked from Mrs. Stellar to the gentleman awaiting her hand. Mentally, she told herself yes, but the feeling was not that of one you would necessarily jump at… Rather, the fleeting sensation of comfort was again replaced by uneasiness as Mrs. Stellar took the glass containing untouched liquid from her hand and placed it into Elijah's. Looking uncertainly into the man's chocolate eyes, she found herself staring back through the brown lens.
Silently, he sipped from the liquid in hand… all the while his eyes danced to her every movement. Simple… A walking, talking definition of the term she was. She was as always, simple… yet stunning. The dark sari was of an unsophisticated kind, yet resting against her skin, it claimed great attention… His eyes travelled to an equally dark and plain jewel garnishing her left wrist… while a gentle breeze allowed the fleeting gaze a look upon the tall jewel swinging from her ear. As he watched the man standing afore her take her hand, a piercing ache rush through his… The glass in hand halfway to his subtly parted lips now retraced its course as he placed it firmly down. He could feel the muscles in him twitch as he traced her go towards the floor with the man… as the latter placed a hand with ease around her waist. Watching them, his fingers again found the cool glass, while his face became unreadable again after the fleeting moment. As he continued the silent observation, in an uncertain moment, his eyes were caught by hers...
Cheers,
dc
Happy New Years all!
She could feel the soft, husky echo through the empty walls... course through her body like blood... mingling with her each breath. Silently, the reverberation rang clear in her ears... numbing her already sinking senses... Slowly, but with a stubborn determinacy the rapid wave of unconsciousness began to be replaced with a pulsating irritancy… Immediately, her eyes shot open and for the briefest moment… her gaze caressed his… Mutely, she wished the Earth would open and swallow her up as remnants of a shattered dream threatened to piece once more. Swallowing the thoughts, she looked to the floor and shook her head and retraced her attention to the man afore… barely letting her eyes settle close to his, she meandered herself about his frame and exited the room… Feeling her heart pound hard against her chest, she walked faster… desperate for escape… But is there an escape from your own shadow?
Staring into nothingness, he wondered at the recent events… Had it been real? Suddenly, the shores of reality and dream seemed to be in a foggy distance… where did he lay? Turning his attention to the closed door, he filled the vacancy with the only presence he felt… The hazel eyes slowly lifted to meet his. As she turned to leave, his hand automatically extended from the confinement of the pocket… unknowingly knocking over an empty glass. Still in a state of blankness, he walked slowly towards the door… a strangely familiar whiff of peony holding his senses captive… as his feet came to a stop before the glass barrier. Turning abruptly, his gaze rested upon the scattered shards and slowly he approached them… bending… Scanning the silent chaos of glass about him, his eyes hardened… while he lifted a piece in his hand… the recent scene still flowing before his empty gaze… A surge of pain ran up from his palm unattended and he closed his eyes in momentary relief…
***
Lifting her trembling hands towards the faucet, she was thankful as the cool liquid gushed through… cupping into her awaiting palms. Quickly, she brought it to her face… splashing it over generously. The cool tone felt refreshing against her blazing skin and greedily, she repeated the process a few more times before turning the tap off and grabbing the towel to the side. Lightly, she dabbed the soft material against her skin, unable to grasp some quick petals of water cascading down her neck. As she did so, her eyes slowly unfolded to her presence in the glass… the dulled dash of crimson contained her attention... with a mixture of disbelief. Still in a state of doubt, she lifted an uncertain finger towards the mark upon her forehead… and as she brought it back down, it all came crashing down… Flashes of her latest encounter with him breezed before her open eyes as she slowly melted to the floor… the crimson stain already blurring as the dam let loose after what seemed like ages… Three years of a dimmed inferno now set ablaze as the world became a mist of memories and grief…
***
"Welcome Mr. Mishra," he smiled lightly through the crust of his frame at the man meeting his hand in greeting as the latter led him deeper into the centre of the festive room. He offered his right hand and then retreated it, recalling the bandage and with the same grace, offered the other. Mr. Ward looked narrowed his eyes in concern after witnessing the white enveloping his hand. Quickly, he dismissed the man's question with quick nod and looked passed him. His unsettled gaze alas found content as his eyes cascaded down a figure snaked in forest green… Thick curls of black bobbed loosely as the owner turned aside to let another past. The same amused half-smile fell upon his lips as he brought the class to them. Nodding knowingly, he faintly acknowledged the man's lanky presence, while secretly following the champagne laced green as it layered sequentially at the owner's shoulder. Suddenly he felt his inside swell with disgust as he realized what he was doing… after all that had occurred… Excusing himself finally, he walked calculatedly to the sidebar… seating himself in a secluded corner. Setting the empty glass on the marble counter, he waved for the attention of the tender.
Plastering a practised smile on her lips, she nodded lightly at Mrs. Stellar's jovial presence as the latter continued her train-like chatter. Suddenly, she found a glass of some unfamiliar-looking liquid being pressed into her hands as the elder lady coaxed her into "mingle in the mood." Politely, she nodded in the negative, but the latter was instant and she felt herself clasp the cool glass hesitantly between her fingers. In the subtlest manner, she shifted her weight nervously… not for a moment, allowing her discomfort show. The reason for her nervous demeanour lay not only in the drink, but an inexplicable sense of vulnerability… as though held captive under a pair of eyes…
Unconsciously, her gaze panned the surroundings… realizing that the general crowd was immersed in their own. For the passed two weeks she had somehow managed to avoid him as his presence was only required in writing in part of the business relation they had stepped into. Every day she had awakened with the same feeling, and each day, it had subsided as she had drowned herself in the layers of paper and technical work. But today, the sensation refused to relent… slowly eating at her usual composure. Once again taking a quick glance around, she turned her attention back to the unaffected lady. Inwardly, she let out a deep sigh… but the strange feeling refused to budge.
Closing her eyes for a fleeting moment, she prayed for an escape… and when she opened them, as though having read her thoughts, an announcer came to the miniature stage. Soon after, the lofty setting was swept away in melody as couples entertained themselves on the welcoming floor. Almost immediately, her passive glance fell upon the dark and handsome Elijah Thomas as he approached her. Her gaze froze as though caught in a lie when the latter offered a hand while flashing a smile, which would melt any other female around… Finding herself in an awkward situation, she looked from Mrs. Stellar to the gentleman awaiting her hand. Mentally, she told herself yes, but the feeling was not that of one you would necessarily jump at… Rather, the fleeting sensation of comfort was again replaced by uneasiness as Mrs. Stellar took the glass containing untouched liquid from her hand and placed it into Elijah's. Looking uncertainly into the man's chocolate eyes, she found herself staring back through the brown lens.
Silently, he sipped from the liquid in hand… all the while his eyes danced to her every movement. Simple… A walking, talking definition of the term she was. She was as always, simple… yet stunning. The dark sari was of an unsophisticated kind, yet resting against her skin, it claimed great attention… His eyes travelled to an equally dark and plain jewel garnishing her left wrist… while a gentle breeze allowed the fleeting gaze a look upon the tall jewel swinging from her ear. As he watched the man standing afore her take her hand, a piercing ache rush through his… The glass in hand halfway to his subtly parted lips now retraced its course as he placed it firmly down. He could feel the muscles in him twitch as he traced her go towards the floor with the man… as the latter placed a hand with ease around her waist. Watching them, his fingers again found the cool glass, while his face became unreadable again after the fleeting moment. As he continued the silent observation, in an uncertain moment, his eyes were caught by hers...
Cheers,
dc
Happy New Years all!
Udne Ki Aasha
Kyunki Saas Bhi Kabhi Bahu Thi 2
