The Green-Eyed Monster
(A ShraMan OS)
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He grit his teeth as he observed the couple sneakily from the corner of his eyes.
The two of them, standing at one of the tables of a cozy cafe in South Delhi.
Chatting and smiling over piping hot cups of coffee.
It seemed as if they were lost in their own world, completely oblivious to the hustle and bustle that typified the area.
His focus, as usual, drifted to her.
She was listening in rapt attention to whatever nonsense that man was spewing.
In spite of him, his eyes softened involuntarily, as they always did, when she was within his sights.
Suman.
A mere glance towards her could take his breath away.
He basked in the glow of happiness as he took respite in the fact that she was standing within a mere thirty feet of him.
He tore his glance away from her slender, graceful form, to that of her companion's.
He could not even bring himself to take that man's name from his lips.
He-who-shall-not-be-named.
Yes. That was better.
To a Potterhead like him, it only made sense to compare this...whippersnapper with Voldemort.
Because if Voldemort had wreaked his villainy on Harry's world, this...insect was doing the same with his.
That...monkey. Rohan Mafatlal.
What a silly surname...Mafatlal. Hmph.
Sounded more like a mithaiwala than the suave, rich businessman he was supposed to be.
Now...Malhotra. That sounds dignified, he thought to himself, with a perverse satisfaction.
For the life of him, he could not figure out what she saw in the fellow.
And why, on her family's suggestion, she had decided to meet up with him to see if he was a viable match as a life partner.
Mafatlal was just incorrigible. He just had to have one look at Sumo, and he was at it.
He had bent over backwards to charm her. He had been grinning at her all the while like the stupid monkey that he was. He had hung on to every word she said, and even started flirting(!) with her.
Flirting. Hmmph.
He could probably teach that monkey a lesson or two about flirting, properly.
Only Shravan Malhotra could flirt like no tomorrow. And remain a gentleman while doing it.
Not to mention the fact that it was she whom he wanted to flirt with, all his life.
While his flirting in the past had been just another insidious way of poking fun at women, he knew better now.
He had realized the folly of his generalizations, and had come to respect the worth of the female gender, and their inimitable strength.
Another thing, incidentally, which had been inspired by her.
He felt a surge in him as he remembered all the time they had spent together.
Innumerable moments of laughter, the memories of a shared childhood, their companionship. On his part, the bloom of adolescent love. And more importantly, those moments...which remained unlabelled and brushed off as inconsequential. The way she would tremble whenever their moments of casual touching escalated into something...unnamed. The way his nerves frazzled at the smallest touch of her hand on his arm.
An intimacy rife with anticipation and temptation, threatening to evade the breaches of their friendship.
His thoughts came to an abrupt end as he was startled by whatever he saw next.
That...pipsqueak was casually wrapping his arms around her in a friendly gesture while saying goodbye.
He waited for her to swat the idiot's hands away.
But she just smiled and let him hold on to her for a full second, before freeing herself from his arms, almost as if she had liked it!
He clenched his jaw more, if only that were possible.
This gesture of hers had... hurt. It was agonizing.
She should just have whipped out a gun and shot him in mercy.
The ugly, green-eyed monster of jealousy that seemed to reside in him permanently nowadays, changed colour.
For now, there was red-hot fury coursing through his veins, painting the entire world red, filling him with the urge to do something violent and destructive with his hands.
He got a grip on himself with great effort, trying hard to retain his sanity.
All this while, he had not been able to fathom the intensity of his emotions. This sense of futility that pervaded everything when he saw her with another man.
But as the full weight of his epiphany sunk in, sense finally dawned on him.
His fate was linked inextricably with this woman.
And he, Shravan Malhotra, had to do something about it before it was too late.
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AUTHOR'S NOTE
This is my OS on another couple written way back, but I suitably reframed it for our darling duo. It actually suits them a hell of a lot more!😊
No offence to anyone named Mafatlal. I actually like the surname, it's very cute😳
It's just Shravan making a jibe in his jealousy😆
Sorry for the delay- formatting was a b****
Comments, pretty please?😳
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