I dragged myself to the bedroom and throw open the wardrobe. I settled for a pair of worn jeans and a white tank top.
No need to give the guy the impression that I'm interested in marrying him and having his babies.As I seen from my childhood that all men are dogs..They Fu*k you and then just leave you like garbage as my so-called father ,whom I have never seen did to my mom..
Okay, CCD is cool. Not that I'm a fan of coffee. Okay, fine, I hate it to the core. I'm weird. I just...prefer tea or plain water.I am not here to enjoy the date , I'm just going through the date to make the Queen-of-Mellodrama happy.
I am surveying the shop.How am i supposed to know who swayam shekhawat is when mom didn't even gave me a photo.
My gaze landed on a man sitting in the middle of the room.I don't know what attracted me to him because he's looking at a laptop and looks as if he's in a business meeting rather than a date. He's clean shaven and have long silky hair.. At that moment, that man looks up and my eyes widen.It isn't because I recognize him or anything. It's just that...his chocolate brown eyes are...hypnotic."Are you Miss Raiprakash?" He gets up and looks at me questioningly."Argh...I..." I stutter. Shit. Why do I seem so flustered?"Yes, I am." I blush red.He doesn't seem to notice my discomfort though he smiles. This might seem strange but I can't help thinking : He has a really nice smile- one that can brighten someone's day. He takes out a chair and gestures me to sit.swayam shekhawat , as you probably would have known by now," he- no, swayam, laughs casually."Well, you can call me sharon," I reply.I look up, I'm puzzled to find him staring at me.
there something on my face?" I ask as I brush my hair back self-consciously.
"Nothing." you look very pretty-swayam.
"Hmm," I murmur.According to me when boys call girls "pretty", there's always an ulterior motive. Though I was impressed by this this guy's manners, I'm not going to fall for any of his bullshit if he turns out to be yet another one of the assholes of the male race.
We sit there for a few moments of awkward silence. I try to concentrate on everywhere else but his face while he keeps staring at me. I wonder if the pepper spray will
come in handy this time. Okay, come on, I can behave like an independent 21st-century woman. Speak my mind.
What do you do? I mean, as a living?" I ask, opting for the least awkward question.
"A boss,' swayam replies without elaborating any further.
Boss? A boss of what? Aren't mafia bosses also counted as bosses? Well, if he wants to play vague, I can play dumb.
"So, what about you?" he asks.
"I'm a designer," I reply airily.
"A designer for what?"
"For something." He stares back at me and I stare at him
If he doesn't wants to tell about his personal life why should I tell him about mine?
"So why you're so embarrassed to admit to me about your real job." Swayam grins. I hate that smirk.
I don't reply. Instead, I give him a blank look.
Yes, of course," I snap. He's making funof me, is he? He thinks I'm some unimportant pathetic person while he's a rich boss who can just go aroundbullying vulnerable woman like me.
"You know what, I think we're done fortoday." I push the chairs back with aloud screeching noise and everyone looks at me. I look flushed and irritated.
Wait." swayam asks expectantly, "So will I see you again?" He doesn't even seem to notice the mess he has created.
"Are you kidding me?" I retort. "I'm letting you insult me only this once. What makes you think i will let you do that to me again.
Wait." swayam asks expectantly, "So will I see you again?" He doesn't even seem to notice the mess he has created.
"Are you kidding me?" I retort. "I'm letting you insult me only this once. What makes you think i will let you do that to me again
Swayam looks as if he had been hit in the face. "Wait, let me explai-" He reaches out for me and I swat his hand away. Everyone's looking at us.
"Bye," I mutter and walk away. Okay, fine, I did turn back once. I thought he would be long gone by now. Instead,I found him staring back at me with a puzzled frown on his face.
I am restless.I cannot deny the fact butsharon rai prakash,has allowed herselfto be disturbed by a random strange man.
After the date a week ago, I cooped myself up in bd, ignoring my mom who was probably desperate to hear about my disaster date. I just go to office early and return late barging straight my room to avoid her questions
Knock. Knock
"Sharon, are you there? Open up!"
Shit. Please...no... I get up, shuffle to the door and throw open it. There, standing in person, is the aforementioned Queen of Mellodrama.
"Mom...what...what are you doing here?" I ask warily, rubbing my eyes. It's 11pm
what about your date? Did it work out?I want details. Details!" she says urgently
"Look, Mom. It went fine. I just don't know how to proceed, ok?" I close my eyes and sat on a chair. But for now please leave me alone.
she sighed and left my room.
I sip my drink and sigh as the cool liquid flows down through my throat. Itfeels so good. I'm at Sunset Bar right now with both of my best friends rey and kria. I'm sitting here, minding my own business while some people have already started dancing on the dance floor.
heya guys!" rey comes towards us."Anyone want to dance with me?"
"Totally!" kria squeals while I shake my head. I don't feel like having fun tonight.
One apple martini, please." He signals to the bartendar ,i whip my heam up and there he is swayam shekhawat.He sits on the stool next to me
Let's dance, shall we?" He takes my hand .
I held his hand and let him lead me to the dance floor.
chill, relax," he whispers. He can feel the tightness of my shoulders as he brushes against me.
"I'm trying. It's not very helpful when you're around me," I snap.
"I make you nervous?
He moves his head to my side.
Leaning closer to me, he kisses me fullon the lips . His touch is moist and tender and as his hands move up my back, I groan.
Do you want to...?" he asks, his face softening. Most guy would just go,theydon't seek your consent. They just do it. But I can tell itmeans something to swayam and I want to share soething precious of mine withhim.
"Go ahead," I whisper.
He smiles radiantly and I catch my breath before closing my eyes to enjoy this intimate moment. His hands delve under my shirt and I can feel his hands everywhere.
Sharon, wake up!"
Hm. I stir slightly, refusing to open my eyes, half-wondering who's calling me.For a moment there, I can't remember what happened last night. Where did I go? this isn't mom's voice ,i thought.
Shit!" I bolt up right, my eyes flashing open.
Standing right in front of my bed is swayam. He looks amused and I notice he has a fresh grey T-shirt and pants on.
"Woken up yet?" he asks.
I look down at my body and gasps. I'm naked! I quickly pull the bedsheets over my bare form and asks, "What happened last night?"
"You don't remember?" He sounds disappointed
we made love to each other ,he said
Hearing this my face went pale.
Did you regret it?" he asks softly.
"No!" I laugh. It's unimaginable that I will ever regret that. Now that I'm slightly clear-headed, I remember last night's events perfectly.
just afraid that you used me for s*x and just walked away," I say soberly.I always had this insecurity . Mom used to say that guys date girls only for one thing and I always believed that she is right.
"I won't." He sits next to me on the bed and kisses me lightly on the forehead.
"I love you, Sharon.
saying this he hugged me
I love you too- I finally said letting go of all my inhibitions and giving love a fair chance
guys,do tell me hows it.
your coments really mean a lot to me.
Regards
Nisha
Anupamaa
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