A SECOND CHANCE

A Second chance.

*this is my first FF hope u lyk it ...I'll continue if u wish me 2..:)*

The ambiance was breath-taking, cool wind blew over her face which was pale with cold and that typically striking scent of mud when rain fell over it filled her nostrils. She had her hands folded, in an attempt to provide warmth to herself, as she walked aimlessly in the rain. No path was distinctly visible, just like her heart, obscure and recondite in its complicated emotions. She did not bother about the rains; her mind had wandered off in some hypothetical world. She cursed herself innumerable times. She felt very lonely, nobody in the world to call her own. Khushi unsuccessfully tried to hold back her tears a She desired for the affection of her dead mother and craved for sound of the conch- shelled bangles her mother wore.

His harsh words were still ringing in her ears "You are the biggest mistake of my life!" he had yelled and turned her out from house. Standing there drenching in the downpour she wondered if she had never deserved his love. She was bewildered by the contradictory feelings that her heavy heart carried.

She thought" You've always had hatred in your eyes for me. You threw me down from the first storey of your office telling me that descent was a trait of my personality. You have never missed a single opportunity of offending me. You smashed my frail heart into a thousand pieces and damaged it beyond repair. You married me ruining my hopes, dreams and aspirations. You brought my world crashing around me."

She thought about how, after their nuptials he had lamented about having to breathe the same air as she did. He would stay at his workplace overtime to avoid her cursed face.

"You implied that I was a mistake in your life and in the world. You crushed my self-respect over and over again. You claimed that my parents were fortunate enough not to be alive to see the witch their daughter had grown up to become. You questioned my character and challenged my virtues."

But however hard she tried to portray him as the villain of her life in her mind, however hard she tried to hate him, she failed. She could not help but imagine love for her in his cold eyes. "Why do I want to be a part of your life? What makes me suppose that you will come back to wipe my tears? Why do I anticipate your smile and let it light up my day? I expect your apology every time you hurt me knowing that it will never come. You are the Prince Charming and the Satan in disguise. Even after all the pain and anguish I carry in my heart because of you, my heart beats for you. My mind has warned me million times but my soul refuses to acknowledge it. My heart adores you with every wrecked piece. I can't seem to stop myself from loving you. In spite of the sorrow that rots me from within, I stand her and ask myself….What shall I name this love?"

She sobbed in the rain unaware that the rain washed away the crimson mark in her parting.

TWO YEARS LATER…..

Khushi stood outside her small house, looking at the full moon. It had been almost two years and yet her memories were as fresh as new. She had come a long way since that day. Moving to Mumbai, struggling to get a job as the assistant manager in a city based firm and above all her vain attempts to forget him. Two years had passed, however, there wasn't a single day when she had not thought about him. She did not know why, but her heart chose to remember him as a cherished past rather than a nightmare.

She suddenly got a phone call from her boss.

"Ms, Khushi you will have to come early to the office tomorrow." He said."Why sir? Is there a problem?" she inquired.

"No problems. But tomorrow the owner of a Delhi-based company is coming. You will be guiding him through the textile section for a week or so. He is to be there for a deal but he wishes to acquaint with the methods and objectives of the company beforehand. Please remember that this association is very profitable for our firm. Make sure he has absolutely no complaints about his stay whatsoever. You have to play the perfect host. Like last year, I am handing you with this responsibility because I trust your capabilities and virtues. So meet you tomorrow at 9 sharp. Bye." she was about to hang up when he said " The guy's a bit arrogant and authorative. Hope you'll manage. Take care." He hung up.

She sighed. Another client, she was sick of playing the perfect host for some time now but she did not have any choice. She did not want to lose her only means of her independent livelihood. Pretending to be happy with her existence, only her heart knew how restless and sore she really was. She went to sleep with submission to the cruel fate as usual, setting her alarm for another monotonous day.

What she did not know was that the chance meeting would be with a person whose face she had known forever. The apparent stranger had been the cause of all her joys and sorrows