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Drabble: The Masked Encounter

I cursed my friend for the tenth time as she refused to pick up the phone. It was her birthday today and she had promised to give me a treat at the Hotel Blue Orchid. I had arrived punctually and was shocked to see a masquerade party going on. Knowing my childish friend I had simply laughed and took a mask they handed over to me. Now, half an hour later, I was feeling frustrated. I couldn't talk to anyone in the room as none of them approached me and as they were all wearing masks, I didn't want to risk embarrassing myself by talking to a complete stranger. Suddenly I felt someone place their hand on my shoulder.

"Hello?"

"Uh... Hi... Do I know you?"

"Maybe... Why are you sitting alone?"

"It's my bestie's birthday today and she asked me to come here. Now the idiot is missing in action."

"How strange? Well I think we can have a chat till he arrives."

"Yes... By the way you sound familiar."

"Ha Ha...I have one of those voices, you see."

"Oh... Okay, are you waiting for your friend too?"

"All my friends arrived half an hour earlier. I saw you sitting alone and came to give you some company."

"Thank You. You are sweet, you know."

"Many people say that. Okay let's talk about you. What do you like the most?"

"Me? Well I like watching Sanaya on TV. You know she is such a charming actress. She has beauty, grace and character. All three together in a single girl is very rare. Isn't it?"

"Umm... I guess so."

"She is a rare jewel. I guess you have not seen her on TV. That is the reason you don't seem to understand what I say. I suggest you watch some of her shows and offscreen interviews. You will understand what I mean."

"Well, all I can say is you seem to like her very much."

"Like her? I love her. As my own sister. You know, today is her birthday and..."

I had to stop short as my phone rang. I looked to see that it was my Bestie.

"Hello?"

"Where are you?"

"I should be asking you that question. I have been waiting for you in Hotel Blue Orchid for the past 45 minutes, idiot."

"The Blue Orchid? Didn't I tell you to meet me at the PURPLE Orchid?"

"The PURPLE??"

"Idiot, you are a duffer. We are waiting for you, Be here quick."

I turned to the girl beside me.

"I think I made a mistake. I must rush or my bestie will kill me."

"Do rush. I don't want to lose my biggest fan."

"Huh...What? Who are you?"

"My friends call me Tintin. And I am..."

She slowly reached her arms to her face and removed the mask. And that was when I realized my friend was right, I was a duffer. For standing before me was...

"Sanaya Irani."

Sane counter-part!

"What's wrong?"

I hear my husband whisper as he places both his hands on the table and leans forward. I was too lost but I did notice the glint in his eyes. Poor man might have misunderstood my "hyperventilating" as an after effect of his charms. Truth was far from that, only I knew.

"I think I just burst an artery or something. Or do you think something is terribly wrong with the way I am breathing right now?"

He rolls his beautiful eyes but I was been overly preoccupied with someone else, across the corner of the open restaurant.

"You got to be kidding me!"

He murmurs and I realize that he too noticed the enigma and could not look away.

"Why are you testing your self-control?"

He asks and I drop the spoon. Heck, I could not eat, let alone think sane.

"Because, Sanaya have this fear for crowd and unknown people jumping on her, invading her privacy, etcetera!"

He laughs the one you do not really appreciate when you are star struck, having hard time inhaling oxygen and exhaling carbon dioxide.

"Wait, are you trying to be the sane-counterpart of a fangirl?"

I cringe and narrow my eyes at him. Why was I married to this man? I try to think rationally. The man was an apostate; a very disloyal man, when it comes to celebrity worshipping. He is fond of Sanaya Irani, but always loves to pretend that he is not.

I shrug and look up at him. There was no him, no sign of the man I was been married to for more than 10 years.

The seat across mine was empty.

Where was he?

I cannot take this all alone.

I stare at Sanaya, she was busy talking with someone who looked alike my...

What?

My husband?

What was he doing there, at Sanaya's table?

I gulp hard when Sanaya's eyes catches mine. This was not good. What was the need to go to her and disturb her moments with her family? I close my eyes. Hoping over hope that it was only a dream and I am about to wake up. I pinch myself hard and open my eyes.

It was definitely a dream. Sanaya Irani, the funny, gorgeous, sexy, beautiful, elegant, charismatic, angelic woman in the entire universe is standing in front of me. She was smiling and I was staring at her like a woman pervert. I was not sure if a word like or words, as "Woman Pervert" actually existed.

But, I was sure I was looking at her like one of them.

"Hello!! Are you alright?"

She was talking to me.

Another dream;

I remind myself, smiling like a fool.

She waves her beautiful hand across my face and then pats my shoulder.

Dream

"I heard that you are a huge admirer of mine. Moreover, you care about my personal life and privacy. Therefore, I thought, I should just give you a surprise by showing up at your table and wishing you a happy birthday. Your husband said that I share my birthday with you"

I blink not really understanding what to do. Hug or just shake her beautiful, wonderful hand?

Say hi or just a hello?

Why am I staring at her like a pervert?

Woman, you are leaving a bad impression on your favorite person in the whole universe, okay?

Now, buck up and talk to her like a sane person.

Yeah, right!

"I just really, really, really, really, really, really like you"

Something was been caught in my throat. I clear it and continue, my stomach was in my throat, or heart was in my mouth?

"I mean, you are like a family to me. My whole family loves you. Sanaya is like a household name, now. Of course, the reason being me and my husband who never stops teasing me, I hope you don't mind, can I just touch your cheeks?"

She smiles that wonderful beautiful smile and leans closer. I thought I would faint any minute. I touch her cheeks like those that I had always dreamed. She had really really really really soft cheeks, as I had imagined.

"Happy Birthday!"

She wishes and opens her arms for a hug. I was obviously star struck and did not quite realize when she hugged me and when the hug was actually over. I felt like crying. This was definitely a dream. I complained to myself.

She walked away.

"What did you say to her?"

I ask my husband. He was smiling down at me. I know why I was been married to this crazy man.

"I said, Sanaya, my wife thinks that you are beautiful than her own husband."

I laugh and then stare at our table.

A box full of chocolates;

I stare at the chit on top of it.

"Happy Birthday,

With love,

Sanaya Irani"

Dead and gone to Sanaya Heaven.

Bye!