Hellooo Writer block.😃 Which explain the short update. Please bear with me as I settle my mind to come out of the holiday zone. Hope your all well. I don't really like what I have written for this one. I know you all expect longer updates and believe me, I will try. I do swear to make the next update longer.
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Bet you've had a hard time walking into a room full of people on your own, right? Yeah. I know that. I know what it is not to feel like you're in the room until he looks at you or touches your hand or even makes a joke at your expense, just to let everyone know... you're with him. You're his.
'A sunrise forever at the horizon of my smile forever i see
Nothing but just a little curve'adding life to me
And singing the music..oh what a beautiful life oh thee
Sugar sweet living with drops of honey
And sweeter than the life gets to me."
- Trisha Roy
Chapter 9
Little rays on morning sun shone on her face, making her uneasy of the deep sleep she was living. Her head resting on her hand as she tossed in comfortableness. Her mind pacing upon the events of her piercing dream.
The eyes zoomed into the little platform of Rishikesh. Daboo was standing in front of the train and was holding onto Maanvi's arms. Stopping her from getting on the train. 'Daboo, I need to go' she pleaded. Looking around in desperation at the vivid site in front of her. A tall figure stood, leaning by the door of the train, clutching onto his tent bag. 'Why?' Daboo asked sternly. Shaking her to snap her out of her fits of tears. 'Huh', she mumbled, looking back to stare at Daboo. 'I asked why?' he asked again. 'Give me a good reason and I'll let you go. Give me any reason and I'll let you go', he added. Maanvi head creased in confusion. 'I-', she began, looking around as she was looking for a objective reason. 'I like trains?', she blurted.
Maanvi's eyes opened abruptly as she gasped at the dream. 'What in the world-', she murmured as beads of sweats were formed on her forehead. Only she can have this dramatic and weird dream. Funny to say the least. Trust her to dream about the movie she watched last night before bed. 'DDLJ', she whispered, smacking her hands lightly on the cheeks to snap out of her thoughts. 'Who was the Raj?' she wondered. Going through the faces in her head, who looked remotely like Raj? Acknowledging that her life was no Bollywood movie and she doesn't have such luck to find a 'Raj'. She extended her arms out wide and yawned by the thought of a new day. In life, she had learned one particular thing she loved' mornings. Waking up to be thankful for another day in your life. The time, the birds sang. Everything is so happy. Bright and Lively. She gazed upon the sight in front of her, the open window that led to the balcony as the thoughts of yesterday flooded into her mind. Days such as yesterday were one of the rare moments she felt lowest in life. Days such as these were made her feel worthwhile. As much as she believed in living in each moment, the events of yesterday were hard to tolerate but then again nothing that's worthwhile is ever easy.
Picking up her cardigan which was sprawled across the small sofa chair in the end of the room, she walked over to her bed again. It was still too early to get dressed. Her mind began racing to the events of last night. 'I want to take you out', she reminisced. Surely she was dropped on her head when she was a baby. Her definitions of going to lunch with a guy who possessed these qualities weren't wise. Her head did a mental account of the personality. A guy who insults you, check. Someone who tries to make moves on you and when you refuse he gets angry, check. Someone who changes girls like attires, check. And last but not the least, a guy whose middle name is, 'let's break some noses today'. Most definite check.
She looked at the clock. 7:34. what was she thinking, getting up this early on her free day. She slid under her duvet covers, hoping for sleep to brace her but none came.
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Virat woke up from the loud knocking in his door. 'WHAT?' he shouted. 'Sir, badi ma is calling you for breakfast', a nervous reply came from outside. 'Hell it', he answered back. He hated to be woken up for early breakfast and most of the times he didn't oblige. He made rare exceptions though. When his granddad was in town. The only person in the house who he could tolerate was his grandfather. When he demanded him to be home, he would be.
'I-i, she waant to speak too um you', came the answer. The high pitched voice of the housekeeper. It was no use. He was sure that if he had avoided this. The next voice that could be heard would be of his badi ma. He got up in a swift motion and walked out of his bedroom, marching past the nervous housekeeper. Only to be bumped into his badi ma in the hallway.
Careful, where are you running off to?' she asked, half smiling in his direction. Virat closed his eyes tightly and opened them again to wake up fully from his sleepy state. 'You needed to talk to me?' he replied. Running his hands through his messy hair and ignoring her earlier question.
'Yes, I have arranged a small party tonight. It's high profile though. Some MPs and high profile businessmen will make an appearance. I would like you to stay at home today', she replied, nodding her head in the process. Virat looked at her proud face. 'I don't do this. You know it', he answered sternly as he began to move to his bedroom only to be stopped by her arm pulling him back. 'It's important. These people were you Father's friends. If not for me, at least be civil with them for your Father', she answered without a hint of emotions in her tone. Virat knew that all these parties and associating with high profile people was only done to increase their statuses. Using her dad was an emotional blackmail attitude she would use, when she wanted something to be done. He pulled her arm off lightly and walked down the hallway into his room with a distance voice in the background as he closed the door. 'I expect you to be there'.
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Virat opened the door of the coffee shop, Starbucks. Maanvi's eyes stayed glued on the sign ahead of her and he stood at the door, glancing back at her halted steps.
'I was promised a restaurant', she said as he replied. 'You weren't promised anything.
'Are you coming or not?' he asked in a snappy tone. Maanvi's forehead creased in confusion. She had known his mood was off when he came to pick her up. He had barely managed a hello before he raced the car down to the road. Almost wanting to get it over with. She however wasn't going to give up. 'Only if you speak nicely', she replied as his brows furrowed together, narrowing onto her mischievous eyes. Wondering if she was really speaking to him.
'I don't do nice', the stern reply came along with the blank expression. As his hands began roaming on his pocket, trying to look for something. 'Fine, let's try again. Lose the snappy attitude and hotheaded temper', she said. Biting her lips in anticipation of his discovery and his reaction. 'Will', he said. Looking lost in the process of his hunt. 'I took the cigarette packet from the car', she replied as his head snapped up. 'Huh', he could manage, as he clenched his fists together. She stumbled back a few steps in case of any man handling.
'I don't know why I took it. Here you go', she said rapidly. Not wanting to create a scene in public. She however knew why she took it. Here she was extending his life span and there he was, giving her attitude for it. She threw the packet in the air so he could catch it. Virat looked intensely at her. His eyes boring onto her face and the packet went in the sideways direction, under the wheel of the car. Maanvi's jaw dropped as she covered her mouth with her hands, her eyes grew wider. He moved his head slowly to the packet which was now crushed flat under the wheel of the passing car. 'I'll buy you another one. Promise', she said with pleading eyes and a faint smile. As Virat sighed and turned around to open the door. His straight lips now had turned into a small smile. More often than not, the easy decisions are the wrong decisions, and sometimes we feel like we're going backward when we're actually moving forward. He waited for few seconds without the noise of any steps behind him. He turned around; the smile vanished from his face. 'Come in, or go back home', he said tiredly.
'Charmer', she murmured, brushing past him into the busy coffee shop.
Edited by Elena123 - 11 years ago
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