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You Belong to Me
Chapter Four
Divya wandered ceaselessly around the room, anxiously waiting for the handsome stranger to make an appearance again. She continuously re-read the letter for the umpteenth time, hopelessly trying to gain an insight into his character. There was a mysterious aroma about him, Divya mused to herself. His words, his letters and the way he stared at her with such immense intensity!
Divya shivered in remembrance. However, despite his odd behaviour, Divya found herself wanting to know more about H.C. She longed for him to call - so she could listen to the rhythmic flow of his deep husky voice. Her eyes thirsted hungrily to withhold his beauty once again. He was like an addictive drug, etched within her mind at all times. What was it about him that kept her curiosity intact? What was it about him that within only one meeting - she craved to see more of him.
Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted as the Doctor strode into the room. 'Well Ma'am' she began 'you have been discharged and is now free to go'. Divya wanted to shriek in annoyance! Even the Doctors had been ordered to address her formally. 'I've prescribed you with some medication' continued the Doctor, 'apply the cream daily on your ankles and the swelling will decrease in a few days'. Divya nodded her head and smiled, 'thank you' she murmured. The doctor handed her some documents for her to sign and subsequently left the room.
***
Divya changed back into her original clothes - which had been both cleaned and ironed by the staff. She consciously slipped both letters into her bag, not understanding why she couldn't get herself to throw it in the bin. Divya looked awkwardly around the room, before secretly putting the single rose into her bag. She felt quite foolish with her sneaky behaviour, but she couldn't push off her paranoid feelings. Satisfied with her packing, Divya proceeded into walking out of the room.
She limped slightly through the corridors, acutely aware that all eyes were on her. Divya self consciously touched her hair as each and every staff member observed her every move. Divya instantly increased her pace, trying desperately to ignore her throbbing ankles. The only thought rushing into her mind was to get out of this place!
At last she found the exit and slipped outside the building. She inhaled a grateful breath of freedom and happily commenced walking down the stairs. She found a taxi stand and stood, trying to hail a cab.
A few minutes later, a luxurious limousine stopped before her. Divya felt awkward standing alone like a fool. She stepped aside, trying to make way for the passenger to step out. A few seconds later, the driver got out instead and opened the door - motioning for her to get inside. Divya's jaw dropped in mere astonishment,
'oh you have the wrong person' protested Divya meekly.
'Are you Miss Divya?' asked the driver.
'Well uh yes I am' she replied, 'but I'm not the Divya you are looking for'.
The driver smiled knowingly, 'It is you I am looking for, so please come sit down and I shall drop you home'.
'Look Sir, you don't seem to understand' she protested desperately.
'Just get in the car' she heard a deep familiar voice order impatiently.
Divya walked towards the car on her own accord and peeked inside the vehicle. Her eyes widened in surprise as she saw Mr Perfect sitting in the car, staring at her most possessively.
Chapter Four
Divya wandered ceaselessly around the room, anxiously waiting for the handsome stranger to make an appearance again. She continuously re-read the letter for the umpteenth time, hopelessly trying to gain an insight into his character. There was a mysterious aroma about him, Divya mused to herself. His words, his letters and the way he stared at her with such immense intensity!
Divya shivered in remembrance. However, despite his odd behaviour, Divya found herself wanting to know more about H.C. She longed for him to call - so she could listen to the rhythmic flow of his deep husky voice. Her eyes thirsted hungrily to withhold his beauty once again. He was like an addictive drug, etched within her mind at all times. What was it about him that kept her curiosity intact? What was it about him that within only one meeting - she craved to see more of him.
Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted as the Doctor strode into the room. 'Well Ma'am' she began 'you have been discharged and is now free to go'. Divya wanted to shriek in annoyance! Even the Doctors had been ordered to address her formally. 'I've prescribed you with some medication' continued the Doctor, 'apply the cream daily on your ankles and the swelling will decrease in a few days'. Divya nodded her head and smiled, 'thank you' she murmured. The doctor handed her some documents for her to sign and subsequently left the room.
***
Divya changed back into her original clothes - which had been both cleaned and ironed by the staff. She consciously slipped both letters into her bag, not understanding why she couldn't get herself to throw it in the bin. Divya looked awkwardly around the room, before secretly putting the single rose into her bag. She felt quite foolish with her sneaky behaviour, but she couldn't push off her paranoid feelings. Satisfied with her packing, Divya proceeded into walking out of the room.
She limped slightly through the corridors, acutely aware that all eyes were on her. Divya self consciously touched her hair as each and every staff member observed her every move. Divya instantly increased her pace, trying desperately to ignore her throbbing ankles. The only thought rushing into her mind was to get out of this place!
At last she found the exit and slipped outside the building. She inhaled a grateful breath of freedom and happily commenced walking down the stairs. She found a taxi stand and stood, trying to hail a cab.
A few minutes later, a luxurious limousine stopped before her. Divya felt awkward standing alone like a fool. She stepped aside, trying to make way for the passenger to step out. A few seconds later, the driver got out instead and opened the door - motioning for her to get inside. Divya's jaw dropped in mere astonishment,
'oh you have the wrong person' protested Divya meekly.
'Are you Miss Divya?' asked the driver.
'Well uh yes I am' she replied, 'but I'm not the Divya you are looking for'.
The driver smiled knowingly, 'It is you I am looking for, so please come sit down and I shall drop you home'.
'Look Sir, you don't seem to understand' she protested desperately.
'Just get in the car' she heard a deep familiar voice order impatiently.
Divya walked towards the car on her own accord and peeked inside the vehicle. Her eyes widened in surprise as she saw Mr Perfect sitting in the car, staring at her most possessively.
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