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CHAPTER – 5
“Diii…wake up na. You have become so lazy these days!”, chirped Naina as she pulled away the curtains, letting the light in.
She flinched, fighting with the light, pulling the spread over her face. she was in the middle of a beautiful dream and she didn’t want to wake up. A dream that didn’t let her sleep at nights and the dream that didn’t let her wake up!
Hadn’t it been for Naina, she’d have skipped her office for the beautiful night had not ended for her. a night where he was there, sitting beside her, under that bakula tree, talking of stars and moons and dreams and fairies… clich! She smiled and checked her phone and sprang up from bed immediately, realizing he had texted her, waking her up from her sleep.
A smile crept on her lips, recalling he must have been out already for he was accompanying bade papa to Gurgaon for some project. They had stayed up till 2am last night yet he managed to wake up early and text her as well.
She didn’t know how much time passed between them and it was already more than a month that he was back and she had no idea what it was between them that kept them together but she knew they needed to be with each other to get through their days. She stood under the shower, letting the moments pass her mind when they had sat under those flowers of heaven, his pealing laughter and their mindless conversations.
She didn’t know what to do for her best friend wasn’t even ready to look at her. what wrong had she done? Maan and her were supposed to go buy her new books but he got busy with his cricket practice. Dev was around there and he had offered to replace his younger brother. He had taken her in their car and helped her buy books.
She ran to his room and saw him pacing his room restlessly, seething in anger.
“Maan…”, her lips trembled.
He shot her a glare and then turned away. She ran to him and held his hand, “I am sorry.”
He threw her hand away and turned away from her, feeling hurt. He was angry and he was upset with her. he wouldn’t speak to her.
“Maan, please don’t be angry.”, she spoke softly, “speak to me please.”
“why should I?”, he snapped, clenching his fist.
“you…you were busy so…”, she trailed there, feeling scared of his anger.
He turned to her in a swift “so?? So you would go with bro?”
His gaze killed her, so much anger she saw in them that made her squirm.
“No…actually wo…”, she didn’t know what to frame. He was out with his friends and she was the one left waiting.
“You…you were with your friends…”, she managed to speak.
He strode towards her dangerously and shook her by her shoulders, “Didn’t I tell you to wait for me?”
His eyes glowed with rage and she looked down, nodding softly. He did ask her to wait. But he got held up.
“but you were late…”
“I went to inform them that I wouldn’t be joining them for the evening and if that took 15 minutes, you’d go with anyone,, is that it?”
she wondered going with Dev wasn’t a big deal but why was he angry? She looked up to face him, “I..I needed the books today…”
but he cut her off, “and thats why you couldn’t wait for me. You went with someone else. How dare you?”
he pushed her away, “get out and don’t talk to me.”
She cried feeling hurt and went back home crying. He was mad and she didn’t like
the way he behaved with her. she remained cooped up in her room until the evening when he barged in, dragged her out, along with her new books. He took her to the same shop that Dev had taken her, returned the books. She was shocked at this but then she was too upset to even talk to him.
He dragged her to another bookstore and bought her the same books and gave it to her. she first refused to take them so he shoved them in her bag and took her to an ice cream parlour and bought her favourite one.
He finished with his work around lunch and checked his phone and smiled seeing her message. A smile crept on his lips. Its been over a month since he was back and she seemed to have the same effect on him as she had back in their childhood. he checked the time , made his plans and sent her a text, realizing she’d be in her office now.
She smiled, seeing the text from him and something melted within her.
She read and re-read the text again and again feeling butterflies in her tummy. Jasmine, ohh dear Jasmine, what hath he done to thy heart!! her cheeks warmed up at the thought itself. What he was and what has he become, she couldn’t fathom for she didn’t want to. Because what was now was too beautiful to be defines. He was coming for her… his Jasmine that she was, blooming in his presence. Her mind went back to their daily ritual under the bakula tree and that mere thought just brought the fragrance of those sweet flowers that her mind had imprinted in her soul.
She sat by her table and rested her head on the table, looking out, towards her balcony, where the curtains danced to some unsung song and sighed. He was late. How desperately had she waited for her Maan and how heartbreakingly he had not shown up, despite waiting for almost an hour, alone, in the dying dusk. It was Dev who had found her, alone in front of her office and given her a ride back home. She closed her eyes left a long sad breath.
Her phone came crying and she opened her eyes lazily to see the caller. She sat up straight seeing his name and quickly answered the call.
“Where are you?”
He sounded angry. She knew for she could hear his ragged and angry breaths.
“You came with Bro?”
Though it was supposed to be a question but she knew him better than that.
It was meek. He clenched his fist to hold himself.
“Maan? Where are you? Are you home?”
She was worried feeling the silence on the other side. And then he had disconnected the call. He was mad. She knew it. and a mad Maan was difficult to handle. She pulled her dupatta and rushed to KM.
She almost collided with dadima.
“Geet… what happened?”
“dadima, is Maan home?”
“yes, he is in his room but…”
And she had run away without hearing her. ohh dear, she knew he’d have gone looking for her like crazy. She dashed into his room and stopped short, seeing him stand in front of his life size mirror, wiping his hair.
“Maan…”, she panted.
He turned around, dropping the towel and she stood still. He stood in front of her, like a valiant knight, facing her straight yet his eyes spitting fire, his breath uneven. The shower had done nothing to calm him but his bare body had geet gaping at him. sculpted inch by inch by Adonis himself! She had never in her dreams imagined a man so beautiful in her life. His tracks started just below his naval, fitting the contours of his lower body oh so perfectly. And she gulped hard.
His eyes and his body were a complete mismatch now.
He waited for her to speak something but when she didn’t, he turned away, ignoring her he was angry, and he hated that. His moving away brought geet back to the world!
“I did wait…”
There was no response from his side.
“Maan please, don’t be mad. It was getting dark and I was waiting until Dev crossed me. He…he offered to drop me and…”
“…And you went away.”, he completed her sentence.
He strode closer to her, holding her gaze captive in his. Dark brown eyes held her hazel ones with such fierce intensity that she shook in his presence.
“I told you I was stuck in traffic and I would be there no matter what, right?”
He was right. He did call up and tell her the same.
“I know but I didn’t know how long would it take you plus it was getting dark…”
He held her by her shoulder and shook her, “you do know that I wouldn’t let anything happen to you right? You know, don’t you?”
He voice was loud and his hold strong! She was scared and guilty, knowing he was right yet she couldn’t help herself feeling the warmth that emanated from his half naked body. She took a ragged breath in, “I am sorry…please don’t be angry”
“Why shouldn’t I?”
“I didn’t know how long it would take you so…”
“So you came back, with bro! Just because I was late, You’d come back with anyone right?”
Something akin to a distant memory reeled in her mind, deja vu it was as her eyes softened at his angry ones. He was angry, not because she came home, he was angry because he was possessive of her?
a sense of calmness settled over her…he was possessive back then as well, she realized as she floated in the sea of memories.
“answer me Geet.”, he roared.
But how beautiful it felt for jasmine to be so of want by her valiant knight…Tyrant now that he was. Her hand automatically raised and softly rested on his cheek. He didn’t like her going away from her! her Tyrant that he was!
He closed his eyes feeling her soft hand rest on his cheek but then he wasn’t happy. He didn’t like his jasmine go with anyone. He took a sharp breath in and pushed her away, “Go away geet. Just go.”
He turned away, trying to hold himself back from unleashing his anger on her. he didn’t want to. As far as he knew, she was his Jasmine and no one could take her away without his consent. He, unable to bear the thoughts, dashed out, leaving her behind.
next: under that bakula tree…