FF: Serendipity [Completed] - Page 6

I just starting to read it...seems interesting however😛

awesome part!!!!!!

hmmm dinner at maan's apartment... sounds interesting!!!!

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hmm an interesting turn of events as the characters unfold more properly... plz cont soon... eagerly waiting for the date.. err i mean dinner... apology dinner :p

TARA WAS CONFUSED ABOUT HER RELATION WITH MAAN

Just came across this & read all the parts, I'm really enjoying this, so Maan & NT are attracted to each other but NT has accepted a proposal from Dev & Geet is starting to like Maan... a very interesting love triangle/square? Lolz 😆

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Chapter 6

His home was his personal haven; the one place he was himself and the only place he could be himself while his workplace came close second. He had spent most part of the morning introspection of his life with his friends a decade ago and the evolution of their relationships over course of time. The occasional quarks of distancing himself from the rest of the populace hadn't hindered his relationships with Nayantara and Dev. A part of him was forever grateful for having Dev in his life having been denied of any male companionship for most part of his pre-adolescence childhood. Nayantara was however a different story altogether; he was the impetuous woman's calming potion.

"Why do you think I need a foot massage Maan?" Nineteen year old Nayantara asked sipping black coffee and holding head in her hands.

"You stop every few steps as if you are looking for something but you are merely taking a break from walking itself. All that dancing you might have done last night in pub in an inhumane pair of high heels would have made your feet sore. Instead of soaking your feet in hot water this morning and wear flats, you chose to look your glamorous self which in turn is killing your feet." He said in one breath without looking up from the book he was reading. "If it helps, I did get you an appointment at the salon you regularly visit," he added looking up, his face blank and his voice toneless. Nayantara looked at him in mild amusement. "You have twenty minutes to make that appointment." He said and got back to reading. He waved a mute good-bye when she cheerfully left the table thanking him for his foresightedness.

And with the memories of past the memory of previous night had bombarded his mind out of nowhere as if an unexpected falling star crashed on his backyard. His actions had surprised him when he had walked home and had ended up berating himself for losing control. It had only taken him forty-five minutes to realize that he had been thinking about a person he had met face to face only couple of hours ago instead of focusing on his heartbreak. That feeling of hurting Geet had come back to hit him tenfold when Nayantara left the apartment in tears with what he assumed to be due to his lack of empathy. Several hours later, he decided to apologize formally and forget the whole deal.

The invitation for dinner was completely out of the blue and he hadn't even stuttered when he had asked her for dinner. She would be the first woman to taste his cooking besides Nayantara and probably one of the few handful of people who had ever visited his apartment. Only when he walked out of Geet's workplace had he realized that dinner was something that collided with his daily work schedule. He had immediately turned around and walked back into the building. Once inside, he had caught a glimpse of Geet sitting in sofa and staring at a random speck of light. He was rooted in spot and had openly stared at the way she was lost in a world of her own. He had taken a picture of that moment discreetly hoping no one would see him. To his luck, no one had. She hadn't been a picture of beauty then; she was the personification of a dream he once had. He had smiled for the first time in many hours, turned and left. He sent a text informing her about the time and address of his apartment.

Once decided, he contemplated on calling Nayantara and asking her about Geet's choice of cuisine. But he dropped the idea; he wasn't ready to talk to her yet. Instead he recollected all the conversations he had with Dev and Nayantara with respect to Geet; the food she ate, the restaurants she often dined at, places she visited, etc. He couldn't get a hang on what Geet was even with copious amount of information Nayantara had fed to him with her constant chatter of "Geet this, Geet that". He knew exactly what he had in house so it didn't take him too long to figure out what he had to buy from supermarket. He had seen zucchini in vegetable section which had lit the proverbial bulb above his head. Smiling, he hummed an upbeat tune and picked up the ingredients for the dinner.

He checked his wrist watch as the doorbell rang. Geet was here.

To be continued.