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<"The soul, fortunately, has an interpreter - often an unconscious but still a faithful interpreter - in the eye">~ Charlotte Bronte
Prerna looked down at the square box in her hand "Tapur, you didn't need to-"
"I know, I wanted to, if your work is going to be as famous as I know it will be then you need a phone to keep track of things, and this way you can finally learn to text" Tapur teased, eyes a light caramel colour
"I know how to text, with emojis and all, thank you for this, I promise you'll be the first person I text" Prerna held the light phone in her hand "Now go or you'll be late for lunch with your brother" she shooed her away with her hand
"Prerna"
"Yeah" she looked up a dazzling smile on her lips
"My brother, he isn't as cold as he seems, I know" her face was painted with concern
"If he's related to you Tapur then i'm sure he's great" she conceded "Don't worry, I don't think bad of him"
With a slight nod Tapur opened the door "See you"
~'~'~
"Look, all i'm saying Bhai is, that you need to get back out there, she's gone, dead, how long are you going to keep this up for, you deserve happiness" Tapur didn't mean to raise her voice, but honestly she was worried for her brother, all these years he had thrown himself into work and had absolutely no happiness.
"Look, Tapur, I know that-" Anurag started to speak only to be interrupted again
"Look, there's this thing going on, you pick out a number from a phonebook and see if you can make a connection with them, all I want is for you to try, I even picked it out myself, i'm not pressuring you into dating anyone, but everyone needs company, you don't have to do anything else, please Bhai, i'm worried about you" her eyes shone with tears, bottom lip shaking.
"Tapur that sounds creepy, i'm not messaging a random-" looking over at how sad she looked he let out a sigh, shoulders relaxing "Fine, but no promises"
"Eek, thank you Bhai" she leant forward wrapping her arms around him "I have a really good feeling about this, thank you"
"Yes, yes alright" he huffed, running a hand through his hair "Kids" he muttered under his breath before adding the number to his contacts
~'~'~
Prerna squealed as the paint pot poured down her front "Really, you have to be kidding me, ew it's in my hair, should have just listened to your parents Prerna, art was not for you" she tutted loudly, shaking her head
"Am I interrupting something" a husky voice spoke from behind her making her jump
"Oh, Anurag, sorry, I, um" her cheeks darkened under his accusatory stare, under the low light of her kitchen he seemed even more scarier
"You're late, I was meant to pick up the paintings five minutes ago, so I came upstairs" he dug his hands in his pockets "Don't I atleast get offered a drink" Anurag simpered raising a brow
"Uh, yes, tea or coffee"
"Coffee"
"Black with two sugars I guess"
Anurag's brows furrowed "How did you know"
"Predictable I guess, sorry about the uh mess, god this is so embarassing" Prerna ran her hand down her face
"Uh you have" he pointed to her face "Paint, let me" pulling out a handkerchief from his pocket he swiped it across her cheek "Is this a normal occurrence for you" ?
Suddenly feeling uncomfortable by his close proximity she stepped back "Most days, i'm a klutz"
"I can tell"
"Uh coffee" she handed it to him and stepped back again "So, how are you finding New York"
"It is what it is, I only really came here to see Tapur, i'll stay for a few weeks until business calls again" Anurag shrugged, eyes meeting hers over the cup "You're very strange"
"Excuse me" her eyes widened
"For a woman living in New York, you're very strange, no one uses house phones anymore, your shirt is way too large, your hair is held up by paintbrushes, you stand out Miss Sharma"
Gulping Prerna nodded "Uh yeah I do, but I always have, I love the older things, often I feel I was-"
"Born in the wrong generation, yeah, me too" his gaze was faraway "Thank you for the coffee Miss Sharma, i'll just collect the paintings and be out of your hair" he placed the cup down and walked down the stairs
"Ooh, ooh, cold" Prerna jumped around the floor in her barefeet earning her a confused stare from Anurag
"And shoes weren't a good idea because"
"My toes deserve to be free" as soon as the words had left her mouth she regretted it, covering her mouth quickly, when nervous she had a habit of saying stupid things
Anurag's gaze ran down her body, stopping at her toes "Right, i've never heard that one before, but as I said, strange"
Passing the paintings over Prerna turned her head to focus more on the way his eyes swarmed with emotion, one thought came to mind and before she could stop the words leaving her mouth they escaped "Your eyes are beautiful"
"What"
"Uh, what I mean is, i'd love to paint them one day, if ever you know, you would want to be stared at all day" she moved from one foot to another awkwardly
"Is that not what's happening now"
"Sorry, forget I said anything" god she hated herself
"I think that might be impossible, have a good night Miss Sharma, stay strange" he smirked before walking out
"Was that sarcasm, I didn't even think he was capable of-"
"I can still hear you" Anurag shouted back
"You said stay strange, that is what i'm doing" tugging at the bottom of her sky blue shirt she huffed loudly "God, you gave me a mouth but never taught me how to control it, I bet he thinks i'm crazy" running back up the stairs she slammed the door
Anurag stood leaning outside the glass of the building, a small smile on his face "Adorable" he shook his head, thankful for her ability to make him smile after so long
"I know, I wanted to, if your work is going to be as famous as I know it will be then you need a phone to keep track of things, and this way you can finally learn to text" Tapur teased, eyes a light caramel colour
"I know how to text, with emojis and all, thank you for this, I promise you'll be the first person I text" Prerna held the light phone in her hand "Now go or you'll be late for lunch with your brother" she shooed her away with her hand
"Prerna"
"Yeah" she looked up a dazzling smile on her lips
"My brother, he isn't as cold as he seems, I know" her face was painted with concern
"If he's related to you Tapur then i'm sure he's great" she conceded "Don't worry, I don't think bad of him"
With a slight nod Tapur opened the door "See you"
~'~'~
"Look, all i'm saying Bhai is, that you need to get back out there, she's gone, dead, how long are you going to keep this up for, you deserve happiness" Tapur didn't mean to raise her voice, but honestly she was worried for her brother, all these years he had thrown himself into work and had absolutely no happiness.
"Look, Tapur, I know that-" Anurag started to speak only to be interrupted again
"Look, there's this thing going on, you pick out a number from a phonebook and see if you can make a connection with them, all I want is for you to try, I even picked it out myself, i'm not pressuring you into dating anyone, but everyone needs company, you don't have to do anything else, please Bhai, i'm worried about you" her eyes shone with tears, bottom lip shaking.
"Tapur that sounds creepy, i'm not messaging a random-" looking over at how sad she looked he let out a sigh, shoulders relaxing "Fine, but no promises"
"Eek, thank you Bhai" she leant forward wrapping her arms around him "I have a really good feeling about this, thank you"
"Yes, yes alright" he huffed, running a hand through his hair "Kids" he muttered under his breath before adding the number to his contacts
~'~'~
Prerna squealed as the paint pot poured down her front "Really, you have to be kidding me, ew it's in my hair, should have just listened to your parents Prerna, art was not for you" she tutted loudly, shaking her head
"Am I interrupting something" a husky voice spoke from behind her making her jump
"Oh, Anurag, sorry, I, um" her cheeks darkened under his accusatory stare, under the low light of her kitchen he seemed even more scarier
"You're late, I was meant to pick up the paintings five minutes ago, so I came upstairs" he dug his hands in his pockets "Don't I atleast get offered a drink" Anurag simpered raising a brow
"Uh, yes, tea or coffee"
"Coffee"
"Black with two sugars I guess"
Anurag's brows furrowed "How did you know"
"Predictable I guess, sorry about the uh mess, god this is so embarassing" Prerna ran her hand down her face
"Uh you have" he pointed to her face "Paint, let me" pulling out a handkerchief from his pocket he swiped it across her cheek "Is this a normal occurrence for you" ?
Suddenly feeling uncomfortable by his close proximity she stepped back "Most days, i'm a klutz"
"I can tell"
"Uh coffee" she handed it to him and stepped back again "So, how are you finding New York"
"It is what it is, I only really came here to see Tapur, i'll stay for a few weeks until business calls again" Anurag shrugged, eyes meeting hers over the cup "You're very strange"
"Excuse me" her eyes widened
"For a woman living in New York, you're very strange, no one uses house phones anymore, your shirt is way too large, your hair is held up by paintbrushes, you stand out Miss Sharma"
Gulping Prerna nodded "Uh yeah I do, but I always have, I love the older things, often I feel I was-"
"Born in the wrong generation, yeah, me too" his gaze was faraway "Thank you for the coffee Miss Sharma, i'll just collect the paintings and be out of your hair" he placed the cup down and walked down the stairs
"Ooh, ooh, cold" Prerna jumped around the floor in her barefeet earning her a confused stare from Anurag
"And shoes weren't a good idea because"
"My toes deserve to be free" as soon as the words had left her mouth she regretted it, covering her mouth quickly, when nervous she had a habit of saying stupid things
Anurag's gaze ran down her body, stopping at her toes "Right, i've never heard that one before, but as I said, strange"
Passing the paintings over Prerna turned her head to focus more on the way his eyes swarmed with emotion, one thought came to mind and before she could stop the words leaving her mouth they escaped "Your eyes are beautiful"
"What"
"Uh, what I mean is, i'd love to paint them one day, if ever you know, you would want to be stared at all day" she moved from one foot to another awkwardly
"Is that not what's happening now"
"Sorry, forget I said anything" god she hated herself
"I think that might be impossible, have a good night Miss Sharma, stay strange" he smirked before walking out
"Was that sarcasm, I didn't even think he was capable of-"
"I can still hear you" Anurag shouted back
"You said stay strange, that is what i'm doing" tugging at the bottom of her sky blue shirt she huffed loudly "God, you gave me a mouth but never taught me how to control it, I bet he thinks i'm crazy" running back up the stairs she slammed the door
Anurag stood leaning outside the glass of the building, a small smile on his face "Adorable" he shook his head, thankful for her ability to make him smile after so long
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