The art of trust😳
"Whats going on?" he asked staring at her teary eyes
"Umm... I am just having a bad day" she mumbled
Mahavir showed with the gardener, they worked quietly moving pots for a while, trimming and sculpting her fave plants
"aap lagate ho balaon, woh bhi mangwayen hai na hum" Mahavir explained happily
"thanks bhayya" she nodded politely
"Is balcony mein zyaada dhoop nahi aati, umm.. woh (dude ke balcony mein?)" she paused
He shrugged...
"Sir to kabhi kuch nahi bolte, ekdum chup" Mahavir gushed
"Romba kozhuppu da onakku, they all take ur side" she scolded her hubby
He chuckled
The men left she sat on her pod swing it twirled like earth rotating on its axis
"Is it TransPro?" he asked unemotionally
"U would love for it to be wont u" she said sadly
He held the swing firmly
"No" "I wont" he clarified
"I just had a bad day" she repeated
"I think u told me that" he said his jaw clenching
She was quiet, she looked at his feet, clad in flip flops, hers were as usual bare
The water moistening it, as it flowed from the pots
"Does this have to do with Bala?" he asked bluntly
She looked up startled... "Umm no" she shook her head
He leaned on the rail, hands in his pockets
"Will u go with me tomorrow to Bhatinda?" she asked wearily
"For a couple days" he nodded
She leaned back and sighed, letting the water from her toes spray his feet
Kicking more off the wet balcony floor, almost slipping, he held the bamboo oval frame, "Enough II" he warned
Like he would guard her no matter what
"Saturday matlab subah jaogey raat ko?" (Back to Paris)
"Dont know"
She looked up at him accusingly
"NOT AGAIN" he hissed
She cried openly, he pulled her off the swing and held her
The impact of her stepping on the wet balcony sent more water spraying all over his bare ankles and calves
"OK?" he waited
"Its nothing" she lied
"U cry for nothing?" he asked
"Sorta" she mumbled
He leaned her on his side, and leaned back hands in pockets
"Is it about money?" he asked
She shook her head
"Did u plot bank hiest" he asked softly
"Jerk" she cursed
"I am trying to run some numbers for Dad" she began
He went still
"U know... the published data is from one lobbying source or some special interest group so Excelsior stacks up very poorly"
He looked at her like "Go on"
"Its complicated... Ive never done it before"
He sighed
"U can say no, he can find people to do that for him"
"I WANT TO DO IT" she whispered
"There are other ways to express your guilt" he said bluntly
"what do u mean?" she bristled
"Guilt at not being able to spend enough time with him" he said coolly
"I am not doing this out of guilt" she spat
He shrugged
"He would have preferred for you to do it" she said piercingly
THAT chapter was long closed now. Opening it up was going to cause an explosion
"Well I have enough to do already" he said smugly
"U are like him afterall" she scoffed
He bristled
They glared at each other
"U probably dont have a glowing opinion of how over worked he is but u walk the exact same path yourself" she said calmly
Nothing was said for a few minutes...
"U both dont have a life outside of work" she said bluntly "U both never quit trying, u both have high standards, and both place a high value on accomplishments"
He squirmed?
"And thats upsetting you today?" he asked silkily
BAFFLED, how her tears were connected to how Ranjan and him were alike
"That means u dont have to go on Saturday?" she argued, beginning to cry
"THAT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH WHY U WERE UPSET" he said softly, biting on ever word
"U both dont have any time for family, u both choose ur career over"
He waved his hand
"My selfishness about my career is not the cause of your grief, ur vitriol doesnt make sense"
"I AM JUST HELPING DAD OK" she shouted
"And...???" he begged
"Promise u wont judge me" she ordered
His expression changed IMMEDIATELY
His eyes took on a caring, worrying look
"II" he coaxed
"I dont know da" she whispered
"About WHATTT?" he was frustrated, he ran his fingers through his hair
"I promised to help him... and I think I shouldnt have taken this on"
He will be fine II tell him, he can hire some Consulting company to do it" he promised
"But its exciting too" she whispered, looking up at him earnestly, moistening her lips like it was fudge
"U dont have the bandwidth?" he asked softly
She shook her head, tear drops flew every where
"Do u want to slow down?" he asked softly
she looked at him fearfully... afraid to trust her instinct which coaxed her to trust him
"Talk to Bally" he said gently
"Hes not my boss" she said utterly devastated
Cried hard
"Oh! uh... umm.. what happened?" he asked
"Nothing is the same any more" she said helplessly
"Embrace volatility" he teased softly
"Some volatility has needles all over" she said bitterly, channeling a certain somebody
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