Love me like you do! Part 1.
"Kya yehi pyaar hai....Haa yehi pyaar hai...", Sharon was humming the song as she was caressing the roses kept in the vase in her room. She loved red roses. She picked one from the bunch and started to pluck it's petals one by one. "He loves me, he loves me not". And when the final petal remained she put back the rose in the vase.
As a gust of breeze blew in, she closed the window and locked it. She held the vase with other hand so that it doesn't fall.
She sat on the chair next to the table and glancing at the roses continued to hum, "Kya yehi pyaar hai...".
She loved this feeling called love. She had always dreamt of a Prince, just like in the fairytales, be it Cinderella or Snow-white or Rapunzel. She was ready to be anyone of them. She wanted her Prince to sweep her off her feet and make her fall in love, truly, madly, deeply.
And she had finally found him. She gazed the bandaid she had put on her left thumb. It had some cute smiley stickers on it. She remembered how she got a cut in the office today and how from nowhere came this bandaid on her desk, while she had rushed to wash her finger. She knew it was him. She had seen him passby their lobby.
She recalled an incident of last week. She had told her next desk colleague while entering the office building, "Was in a hurry this morning ya, couldn't even have breakfast". And to her surprise, when she reached her desk, there was a Mcdonald take away with her favourite chicken burger and coffee.
Sharon, sitting on her chair, blushed, once again. She was so happy that he knew her likes and dislikes too. The jasmine fragrance in their lobby was replaced by lavender, when she had complained about the intense odour, casually talking to her friend, Alia.
"Who else would do that?", she thought. "It's obviously him".
Sharon covered her face, coyly. She suddenly got up and searched her purse. She literally emptied it upside down on the bed. Lipsticks, compact, comb, eye liner and the wallet, everything fell down. "Where's the exhibition invite?", she became anxious. "Jesus! I had put it safely in here, where did it go?, she kept murmuring.
She tried to recall the sequence in which things happened. "I went for lunch with Alia, then we took a milkshake take away. Then Alia stopped for a smoke with Abhay, so I came up alone. There was an envelope on my desk. The invite to the exhibition at the famous gallery, Flair. I had always wished to see the beautiful paintings there. And now that my favourite artist was exhibiting, how could I miss a chance. But I hadn't got the tickets and this invite, magically appeared on my desk, made me simply ecstatic......Well, well, did I put it in the office drawer? How stupid of me! But why is he doing all this secretly? He should've given the envelope to me personally. I will ask him directly in the office tomorrow", Sharon had made up her mind. If he wasn't open about his feelings, she thought that she should take the rein in her hands.
Next day, Sharon put on some makeup, more than what she usually did. She wore a beautiful floral dress, a pearl necklace. She was happy to see her charming reflection, "Here I come", she winked.
She reached the office and before Alia could warn her she dashed into their immediate boss. The violins started playing in the background and Sharon, shyly, tucking hair fringes behind the ear, said "Sorry Sir". She felt that all her sajna-sawarna was worth it.
"It's okay Sharon", Nathan, the boss said. "Actually I was here to see you".
Sharon was on cloud nine. "Is he finally going to confess?", she skipped a heartbeat.
"This, it's your envelope, right?", Nathan handed over the envelope, with the exhibition invite.
Sharon glanced at the envelope and gawked at him.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Love is not just a feeling, it's a way of staying alive! ~ Jui Purohit.
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