Chapter#23
...What drives you Shaurya? Why did you let me into your life when you knew that there was little chance of you being faithful to me...to any woman? Is it the thrill of the chase that is the great appeal? Is it the juggling of numerous women that makes you feel like a real man? And how does that work anyway? Somehow, I don't think letting Esha know your childhood secrets would have appealed to someone like her; so, is it a different method for every girl, Shaurya? A different overture that you know will melt her heart? Bolo Dost...if you can speak about leaving your show for Esha, what can you do for me: for the one who was supposed to be so dear to you? How far can you go...or was the thought that I could mean anything to you part of the lie too?
Shaurya had made it to the gate just before it closed, and hurried down the crowded aisle to one of the few remaining seats in rear section of the plane. A quick check led to the discovery that the overhead bins were already stuffed to capacity, so he was grateful that necessity had him travelling light. Lifting his compact leather weekender to chest level, he regrettably disturbed the passenger seated in the aisle seat, who looked to have already drifted off. Scooting past his sleepy seatmate, he took the middle chair, acknowledging the elderly woman who occupied the window seat and quickly, with a prayer, attempted to stow his bag under the seat in front of him. Thankfully it fit.
His travel agent had been practically apoplectic when he had denied going on a later flight: one that would offer the amenities that his high-profile client demanded as the norm. However, under threat of losing him as a client, he had sourced exactly what Shaurya Khanna wanted: the quickest possible way to Orlando, no later than today. In fact, the man had done one better in finding a mid-morning flight, when Shaurya imagined he would not be able to leave until that evening at the earliest, but with that, everything had been thrown into chaos. Shaurya could still hear the echoes of his mother emphatically calling after him, when he had handed her the bouquet he had ordered for Mehek, informing her that he was leaving the country, and literally abandoning her on the Sharma doorstep, after he had received the call detailing a solution to his travel request. He had less than an hour to get to the airport, so the foresight of prepacking a couple of changes of clothes had definitely worked in his favour. Still he had cut it close, and now, even as they were announcing for all electronic devices to be turned off, he narrowly had enough time to telephone Hina, informing his flabbergasted PA of his anticipated arrival time in Orlando, and the arrangements he had expected to be in place by the time he arrived there in exactly nineteen and a half hours. As to work: whatever couldn't be handed over to Bhai should be cancelled all together.
He switched to Facebook to re-read the message that had come far too late in the night where she was, pointing to MS' inability to sleep.
what can you do for me: for the one who was supposed to be so dear to you? How far can you go...
He knew when it came, when he had read what she had written, that he couldn't ignore her pain anymore; that he couldn't wait until he had the perfect plan in place to follow. He had been idle long enough: perhaps even too long. In the message,he knew he would never have received, but for the intense injustice she believed he had inflicted on her, MS had practically begged for some proof that she had meant something to him. He hadn't responded, he couldn't. The time had long past for mere words. He could naught now, but have his actions answer for him: no matter the cost. As far he was concerned everything else: his show, his business, all of it could be damned.
"Sir, please turn of your phone, we're about to taxi.
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