A Cold Shoulder - 3

 I am confused. Is it the beer or is she actually asking me! "Okay...ugh. To be honest my friends are staying at my place, and one even brought a stranger to get laid."

She laughs. God, her smile is just magical. "Maybe I can if there's no any problem. And don't take me wrong... I won't do anything stupid here. You can atleast trust me for the night."
"Areee no worries. Come inside." She unlocks the door. Well, quite a spacious place. Things have been kept, just like the way I imagined. The centre table, a cozy couch beside, the hall is attached with a kitchen completely like the one in cooking shows. I roam around the house, checking her family pictures hanged alongside the cupboard. She's gone for the changing. "This is so amazing!" I've started thinking.
In half an hour, she arrives. "So liking it?"
"Yes, of course! Why not?"
"But, no use na...I stay in office only pura time."
"Staying alone sucks right?"
"Sucks more when you are the only one."
"I don't get it."
"Means, life played brutally with me. I am the only person  left in my nuclear family."
"Ouu...I...I am so sorry. Sorry to hear that."
"No its okay. I accepted. Still accepts, what may come tomorrow."
She glances through the pictures of her mom and dad who have been killed in a bomb blast. Her eyes turns teary, two drops running through her cheeks. But she looks more beautiful now! Am I insane? Why am I thinking about her? What is she to me? We have met only a few hours back!
"Mom used to hold my hand when I irritate her in the kitchen, I keep saying let me cook, let me do this, do that. Grandma was there, she helped me in schooling and then time doesn't wait right. People grow old." She points her little finger to the picture where a little girl holds a balloon sitting on the lap of a handsome man. "Dad. In the festive season we took these pictures. I....I..." She weeps really hard, and before she continues I immediately brings her close and kiss her. This isn't like I am taking advantage of her. I don't know why, but I have felt something within, that she needs someone just to be by her side.
It's like a cold one, no passion, but something....as companion. A console. Whatever.
"Okay. What was that?" She asks me smiling. She understands maybe. She seems to be quite not hurting me for what I have done just.
"I...I am sorry, but I just want to say that there's nothing sort of wrong intention. It's happened, suddenly. I felt like you really are lonely deep inside, how come you are so strong to the world?"
"Ahem...ugh I think we shouldn't talk about it, or else I have a fear that you might fall in love with me."
"What? No...I mean... I don't know! But, deep within I have that urge to know about you. Since the time I saw you, you are a girl filled with secrets and mystery."
"Isn't it fast enough?"
"Well, I don't think it is! I believe in Destiny."
"So, there's no work tomorrow right?"
"No...I am free. Why?"
"Umm...thought of meeting esehi. I am liking this, spending time with you."
Thank God, she isn't judging me for what I'd done. Relief!

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I reach my room around 5:45 in the morning. "Where have you been last night?" Mishra's suspicious eyes followed me to the kitchen's fridge. "Bataya toh tha".
"Yes yes you son of a bitch haha! Banerjee ko bolta he, avi khud muh mar k aya he"
"Nothings like that Mishra. This girl. Kya batau, she's angelic. Maybe, God has a better plan for me Mishra. I am liking her."
"Great great. Abhi hum kya he? You never felt angelic with us though" Mishra teases.
"What about Banerjee?And the girl?"
"They are in inside. I slept in the hall."
"Ohhoo...that's why I say, ladki pta le." Mishra gives me a look.
"Achaa listen. I think I should go. Will call you."
"Yeah sure."
Mishra leaves.