I get distracted by Shad's phone call. It will be some time when he returns, he tells me. But I do not feel ill at ease. I do not feel unsafe anymore? Ughh.. whatever!! I think I'll just dose off. I decide to call it a day and then I hear a splash' , as if something heavy has been dropped in water and I peek out of the window overlooking that massive swimming pool smack in the middle of the house! That pool had intrigued me. Like I have been in it before. I think it must be due to my PTSD as per Shad. What would I have done in a swimming pool at Mr Ahil's mansion?
My curiosity gets the better of me and I peep. The pool looks almost still , almost.. until my scanning wandering eyes catch the tanned skin , rippling muscles and powerful biceps making love to water below. I stand aghast at my line of thought. Too caught up in reprimanding myself to notice that Mr Aahil was now heaving himself out of his pool. And as if on cue, he turned and caught me gaping..., no staring..., no ogling at him. Off course it's just my curiosity. I have not seen such a good swimmer. And the way he swam causing minimum ripples I was impressed. I decide to not act like a teen and hide behind curtain now. I will compliment him tomorrow on his swimming skills definitely. I was only trying to learn swimming by watching a good swimmer. Yes that' s why I was looking. I will look some more now.
In a painfully slow motion, he picked up his towel, his steady gaze holding mine . I think he should have worn a few more clothes like a vest and a longer swimming trunk maybe. And why is he continuously looking my way. Show some courtesy Jannat. Smile at him? Wave maybe? But these sense organs refuse to leave their paralyzed state. I follow the movement of his hands as he wipes himself . Finally my eyes lost their dare in following his hand movements and I just hide behind the curtain. My heart is beating a mile a minute. I wait for a considerable time before deciding to peep again. Off course ,because I am always so concerned about others. Shad has told me this trait about my personality. I am worried Mr Aahil would catch cold roaming near naked dripping with water.
OH God. He is still there, in his robe and he is looking directly at me ! Still! His hands crossed and he is casually leaning against a pillar. Why is he staring at me His eyes have always so many questions when they look at me. Again I do the cowardly act and hide behind the curtain. This time I close the curtains with firmness. I'll switch on the air conditioning, Bhopal's climate is very hot.
I toss and turn for an hour and decide to peep out again. Sure enough he is gone this time. Must have slept. Dreaming about his Sanam. I decide to sleep myself too!
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