The days and his life was getting prettier. His thoughts were filled by her and he was dying to know more about her. Some days, he would even rehearse his questions, just like the heroes in movies. He had met her very few times , but never managed even to get to know her name. In those few meetings, she only asked him about the fractured hand and never bothered to know anything more.
This evening, he was so determined to stop the kindergarten talks and get into some serious conversation. First, he wanted to know her name and next is to get her number. That was his agenda for tonight's meet.
He went to the spot on time and put his work on pause for few hours. She was already sitting there, as gorgeous as ever.
“Hi”, said Karthik. He knows his heart was pumping with a loud thud and his legs were little shaky. His body was mildly trembling and he was going breathless on and off. But, he cleverly hid all those phenomenon and appeared composed.
She smiled at him and started gazing the water.
“May I ask you something?”, He asked.
“Yes”
“May I ask your beautiful name?”
“It took so long for you to ask this? Well, I am Priya”
He smiled and blushed.
“Nice name!”
She smiled in return, for the compliment.
There was a brief pause.
“I am Karthik. I work in”, and he started to lecture on his job, residence and other details. He lately wondered whether she is listening or at least interested in getting to know his whereabouts. He went silent for a couple of minutes.
She looked at him and smiled again. He took it as the acknowledgement for downloading all his details to her. Then something flashed in his mind - agenda #2.
“May I ask you something else?”, he questioned gently.
She again replied with a smile.
“May I get your number?”
“You can always find me here”, she replied instantly.
He never expected that and wasn't sure how to react. He gave a blunt smile and kept quiet. After a while she stood up, walked past the trees and disappeared. He did not bother to follow her. He wouldn't do that, for he is a gentleman by heart.
Even in the consecutive meetings, he would hardly get any answer for his questions. Even though he tried hard to probe her to answer, she would never open up. All the answers she gave was a simple smile. Still, he was happy, for her smile spoke a million words, which he alone understands. His desire to know her whereabouts started to fade away and he was dying only to see her and smile. He loved those few minutes with her and wished he could meet her everyday. But it doesn't happen with his work, as he has a pile of milestones to achieve and prove him worthy, to his boss and to his team.
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