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Jazu ki bachi, abhi main zinda bhi hoon aur jawan bhi😆 Ok, if not "before" Friday, here it is for Friday. Thanks for keeping with me peepz, you're all my jaanus!
Recap: She extended the blue file towards the man, who took it without a thought and gently his fingers skimmed through the details… "… Good… Ye file humaare liye bahut kaam ki hai Miss Dixit…" (… Good… This file is of great importance to us Miss Dixit…). He paused, and then continued… "Chalo acha kiya maine aapse yahin pe mangwaali, ab chalen?" (Well it was good I asked you to bring it here, shall we?). Still lost in the distanced buzz of voices, she spoke as though startled… Losing her voice, all she could manage was a meek nod of the head…
Part 10
"We're sorry ma'am… aapke seats pehle se booked thi…" (We're sorry ma'am… you're seats were pre-booked…). She looked at the man mouthing some apologetic words to her, which had long droned out as she sighed deeply at her wretched fate… The thought of boarding the airplane… and having to sit next to him… Frustrated, she crossed her arms over chest and wandered dejectedly behind the bold frame of masculinity blocking her view… Trailing her eyes towards the ground, her gaze rested upon the tag secured across the luggage… "Jai Walia"…
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Creases of curiosity across the man's forehead seemed out of the line as the corner's of his fine lips took a slightly upwards turn. He assumed an uninterested posture, sitting deep into the leather of the chair while securing an unstable fist beneath his stubble. The dark eyes appeared as though piercing the clouds as the airplane continued it's motion; however a closer look would recognize the fleeting moments when the iris made a ninety-degree turn towards the right… a reflection of the man's companion could be noticed over the glazed eyes.
It was none of his business, and nor did he care… or so he repeated to himself consciously. But even still, his eyes had somehow managed to deceive his thoughts as he found her struggling frame beside him. He watched secretly as the woman sat down in the sleek leather next to him… an apprehensive expression lined her face. Immediately, as she sat down… her muscles seemed to have become more rigid, and her right hand had securely found the armrest. The perfectly kohled eyes stared unfalteringly straight ahead… burning a whole in the seat afore. An air of restlessness surrounded her petite frame as she ripped her eyes off from the nothingness ahead, towards a destination unknown. "All passengers please fasten you seatbelts for take off… We hope you enjoy your travels…" The instant the voice cracked through the PA, her eyes darted towards the ceiling, and closed… as she pushed deep into the leather… unaware of the increasingly paled texture of her knuckles as her grip strengthened… As she did so, her other hand had unknowingly found the end of his arm… casually placed over his armrest. For a moment, he remained unmoved… As though paralysed by the touch… Now fully turning his head to the right, his eyes settled upon the strictly immobile figure. Her eyes were squinted tight as her arms still rigidly composed on either side of her. She had apparently no heed of what she was doing… it was as though she were re-living a moment… a moment of the past… The grip on his arm tightened as she struggled to keep with reality, perhaps… For a moment, he felt as though he should shake her… tell her it was all part of the past… But even the past had ways of weaving into today… Deciding against it, he shifted his gaze to the blue veil of sky outside the window… the grip having gently loosened…
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"Welcome to Zurich Mr. Walia", the lanky but robust man offered a hand which the man before him took in his own. "Adolf Fischer" he spelled out the name with a thick German accent, emphasizing his dialect. His hair was a light auburn, and the same shaded goatee lined his stubble. The off-white texture of his suit complimented the hair, giving him a very presentable, business-like profile.
"Ms. Dixit?" startled out of her thoughts she almost looked up with relief written over her face… She couldn't get the colour to decrease from her cheeks since the moment she had opened her eyes to peer into an inexpressive or perhaps too expressive, Jai Walia's… Quickly looking away, she had noticed how she had enclosed his left arm with her own… comfortably adjusting it to a pillow-like structure… Curses…
"Uh… huh…" instantly, she regretted her mumbling as she could feel "the eyes" peer through her, making her more nervous. Deciding that this was not going to be the end of it, she pulled out a show of confidence, giving her hand to Adolf's firmly. She hoped the smile on her face did not deceive her…
As Mr. Fischer kindly lead them to their sleek vehicle, her face creased in surprise as Jai Walia stood afore her… holding the door open. After a momentary paralysis, she hesitantly went to sit in the posh interior. Her eyes refused to meet with his, nor could not leave his bold frame. As his face neared hers… now but a breath away… his manly musk filled her senses, sending unfelt vibes through her… She traced his lips… "Main umeed karta hoon ke ab aap behtr mehsoos kar rahi hongi… Ms. Dixit…" (I would assume you are feeling better now… Ms. Dixit…)… She looked down at her hand, where he lay the deep blue of her dupatta… and closed the door… Her eyes stared at her open palm covered over by the blue… gazing right through….
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"Good evening ladies and gentlemen. We would like to firstly thank all of you for accompanying us in this celebration to mark the beginning of a new commercial endeavour. It is my pleasure to announce that Whitikolf Industries and Walia Industries shall join together to bring forth to the world, a new and efficient business complex, Kismet Villa. We have here tonight, Mr. Jai Walia himself, accompanied by Ms. Bani Dixit, to finalize the deal. So please, without further adieu, let us uncover the latest hot spot in Zurich…" Hugh Whitikolf lifted the deep red velvet, unveiling the model for the new business complex… The revelation was met with a roar of applause and chime of glasses.
She stood to a side, amused… yet feeling still out of place. Watching the various couples warm their feet in sync with the gentle music, her thoughts threatened to drift again… But unlike the many times before, now her mind had featured the recent past… The first, oblivious encounter… the fateful meetings thereafter… and the unsettled calm as she occupied space near to him… Reality gently seeped through as the soft music of Indian texture weaved through the crowd…
In dino… Dil mera…
Mujhse hai… Keh raha…
Tu… Khaab sajah…
Tu… Je le zara…
He stood across the floor, staring relentlessly into nothingness… His face was hard, controlled… She couldn't help but wonder at his firmness… at what lay beneath the faade…
Penetrating through the crowd, his eyes found a disturbing solace in the presence of the tender figurine wrapped in a deep burgundy sari… A distinct thick black lining threaded the outskirts of the simple yet lavish outfit. He mused at the way the black bangle laden hand came securely over the other, in front… Like when one keeps themselves when hiding something… Leaving the sight, he traced the neatly layered end of the pallu towards the face. Soft curls of mysterious black hung loose to her sides, faintly revealing simple black beaded chandeliers dangling from her ears… Her sun-kissed skin glowed in the dimmed lighting… A sight he felt being unwillingly engraved in his mind. What the hell am I doing… Immediately, he turned his attention elsewhere… succumbing once again to "Jai Walia".
Berang si badi hai zindagi… kuch rang toh bharoon…
Main apni tanhayee ke wasate ab kuch toh karoon…
A distantly envious glare fell upon her eyes as she continued to watch the bodies in motion… as an equally distant memory momentarily flashed before her… Pushkar… She let out a defeated sigh and lowered her eyes… lifting them unexpectedly towards the hand extended afore. Looking up, Adolf Fischer smiled at her… He was a handsome man she noted fleetingly, but still felt a strange disconnect. A part of her encouraged her to shake her head in the negative, when her eyes casually settled upon Jai Walia sitting before the lavish bar. A clear liquid chimed in the glass entwined by his fingers… as he appeared to engage in dim conversation with a figure lost under shadows cast by the pale lighting… Exhaling lightly, she turned back to Mr. Fischer still smiling expectantly. Smiling gently back, she put her hand into his…
She felt an uncomfortable feeling sweep her as she swayed with the practised Fischer. Lifting her eyes, she smiled at him half-heartedly, as he smiled back with content. The number had shifted to a rather slow tempo, and she nervously allowed the distance between her and her companion to decrease some. At some point, the drained music caught some pitch… and she found herself being twirled… Her eyes unwillingly fell upon him… Excusing herself politely, she briskly walked to the silhouetted figure of Jai Walia disappearing quickly into the shadows…
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