OS - Becomes The Color

OS - BECOMES THE COLOR

"So, Mr. Khan. This is your resume."

Last time I checked, it wasn't a recipe book.

"Yes, Sir."

The interviewer raised his brows as he glanced through the length of the page.

Must be on the Inter-University Debate Competition part.

He closed the resume.

"You will be informed. Please take your leave."

"Thank you, Sir."

He made his way out and came across him competitors. A certain someone caught his eye. He could see her nervously shuffling her feet and checking her resume every now and then. Amused, he approached her.

"Don't worry. He's not that bad! You'll do just fine."

She smiled at him in response.

"Asad Ahmed Khan"

"Zoya Farooqui"

They shook hands.

She was called in and he exited the area.

He could hear the fading sound of her heels clicking against the floor.

An interesting meet indeed.

***

"Open your mouth wide, please."

The dentist instructed and he obliged.

He peeped into his den and then took out the dental mirror.

"Seems fine. We'll proceed with the Prophylaxis."

He waved at the two interns working on the dental plaster, signaling them to wrap up the task.

As one of them turned, his poker face curved into a smile.

The interview girl.

"Hey. Didn't know you were an intern too"

She scrunched her brows in confusion. "I'm sorry, I didn't recognize you. Have we met?"

"Well, yeah. The other day at the Law Firm Interview?"

"I'm sorry, I'm unable to recollect."

"You're name's Zoya Farooqui. Isn't it?"

"Ho..How did you know? Who are you? A stalker?"

"What?! No!"

Before she could speak in accusation, the other intern came over to help. She left the place leaving him perplexed.

The clicking heels faded again.

***

"A coffee please. The usual."

He looked up to handover the money to the barista and was left agape.

Not again.

"Here you go! The usual, Sir."

He pulled himself together and picked up the coffee.

"We haven't met, have we?"

"You are a weekly costumer, Sir. Since I know what the 'usual' means, I believe we have."

"You don't work at a Dental Clinic?"

"No!" She laughed. "I bet you're mistaken!"

"Zoya Farooqui, you are."

"Yep." She pointed towards the name tag on her uniform.

"Thanks for the coffee."

"You're welcome!" She chirped.

He rushed out with the coffee cup. Pinching himself time and again, he seated himself in his car and drove off.

What was happening?

***

He was late already.

Entering the elevator just in time, he panted for air.

Regaining his composure, he looked around the crowded box. There she was, restlessly looking at her wristwatch. She was late too.

What now?

The stars were on his side, as the crowd lessened and then there were two.

"Hello"

"Hi" She smiled uncomfortably.

"What Firm?"

"No, I don't work here."

"Oh"

The elevator pinged and she rushed out, her heels clicking again.

***

Things were going overboard. He had to find out about this Mystery Girl of his.

Who was she? What did she do? What actually was behind these chance' meetings?

How many aliases did she have?

Driving full speed, his car and thoughts came to sudden halt as he heard a cry.

Reversing, he stopped in front of a helplessly crying woman, a helplessly crying her in the middle of nowhere.

She looked up at him with red puffy eyes. He could see her clothes torn and her breaths heavy, probably from running.

"Get in"

She got in and smiled a teary smile at him.

"Are you okay?"

She shook her head frantically and pleaded to drive faster.

Turns out, she was running away from some men, bad men.

He put a comforting hand on her shoulder, but she coiled.

"Stay away!"

"I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to scare you!"

Soon, he heard some honking followed by some more. The headlights pierced through the darkness.

Suddenly, she hollered to stop the car. He was taken aback.

She opened the door and jumped out. He followed suit to prevent her from doing something she would regret.

The other cars stopped as well. Big men emerged and approached them.

"Now or never" She whispered.

"What?" The only thing that he could voice.

Out of nowhere, she took out a revolver and adjusted her aim.

Making sense of the situation, he jerked her hand away from it, hurting her in the process.

Her drop of blood stained his hand.

Taking charge of his ignorance, she fired at them.

There was blood everywhere.

He looked at her with wide eyes.

"You killed him" He breathed.

"I didn't. You did"

Bewildered, he looked at their hands which held the gun. He then looked up again and found himself staring into space.

Fading sounds of sirens could be heard and so could be the familiar clicking.

The headlights danced as he turned dizzy and darkness engulfed him.

***

He opened his eyes, which were blinded by white light.

He blinked a few times, adjusting to the new found brilliance.

He was in a cubicle with metal bars. Wait, he was in a cage.

The woman beside him got up and made her way out.

"Where am I?"

"Asylum for the Criminally Insane."

The bars were closed and locked. The lights too turned dim.

That's when he heard it.

The clicking of heels made their awaited comeback.

He stood up and walked towards her, till the bars denied access.

She smiled devilishly smugly.

"Mr. Khan"

"Ms. Farooqui"

***

I became the color,

I became the daughter and the son

when the feast is over,

Welcome to another one...

Becomes the Color by Emily Wells ~

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2DUzIV2pqBY

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