He slowly dragged his hoodie back and casually lounged against the tree. His lanky frame supremely at ease with the surroundings.
From his vantage point he could clearly see his little brother struggling to tell a clueless girl that he is love with her by using the oldest trick in the trade. Using a friend as reference.
My friend is in love with a girl!
Oh Laksh! Dear little bro! You haven't changed at all. How about manning up and not using your family, friends and their imaginary love lives to further your agenda. But then again you don't have your big brother watching your back, pulling your chestnuts out of fire and doing your dirty deeds for you anymore. Right!
Suddenly the girl got up from the park bench they were sitting on, chirped something to Laksh and went bounding off the streets humming a little happy tune.
Sanskaar stared at his younger brother. Laksh was looking decidedly dejected.
Aha! Looks like it went well.
Sankaar was amused.
The guy proposes a girl indirectly and the girl has no frigging clue about the guy's actual intentions.
What an absolutely confusing conundrum.
Oh the hilarity of the situation.
Well the cauldron is truly bubbling over. Maybe it the time for him, Sanskaar Maheshwari to step in to give it a further stir. He has been in the sidelines for too long. Shadow boxing for too long. Time for him to step into the arena and throw the punches directly. Ok! May not be too directly!
He gave a lop-sided smile.
And looked at his younger brother.
To give credit his brother did give it a good try but looking at the reaction of the girl... Sanskaar reluctantly dragged his eyes from Laksh and stared at the back of the girl happily hopping down the streets.
Boy! She has no clue.
And if he is guessing it right; which he is being a perceptive guy with a razor sharp analytical mind; she probably is thinking that Laksh was talking about himself (bulls eye there!) and her Sister(oops!) and their love story (Ha!).
He almost grinned.
Must be his good day. Everything is just falling into place for him.
Thank you Laksh and thank you Swara Bose! He softly murmured her name.
Shoot!
He swore softly.
Up close and personal she looks even more angelic and innocent. Is that even possible!
"Sanskaar!" A voice inside him snapped.
Think about your mission! Your revenge! The five years you spent dying, living and breathing for this great game of chess that you about to play with your former loved ones as pawns. You cannot sway out of your path for a girl you owe nothing to.
She is but a pawn. It will do you good to remember just that.
No matter how angelic she looks or how innocent her demeanour is.
You owe her nothing but humanity as a stranger. But then again the human part of you has been dead and buried five years back.
She is JUST a PAWN!
Treat her like one.
He shook his head angrily crossed at himself. He has not even started and already getting spurts of humanity and conscious attack since he laid his eyes on the picture of that girl.
Damn it!
Why couldn't she look a tiny winy bit harridan, man-eater, wicked witch of west types. He probably won't have to go on this stupid guilt trips. And he hasn't even started his game.
She is a pawn! She is just a pawn!
He repeated it like a mantra.
As the saying goes "If you want God to laugh tell him your future plans".
With one last look at his brother sitting forlornly on the bench and at the retreating back of a chirpy young again bouncing off the streets Sanskaar walked away.
He had NO idea and no way of knowing that the girl he just dismissed off as a pawn will take Queen's position in the great game of elaborate chess board he has laid out to play.
Yup! God must be hysterical somewhere!
Edited by Banjaaran... - 9 years ago
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