The Art Of Love ✓

7.8|Rich Hearts: Flashbacks|

Note: This chapter will contain flashbacks of two years ago only.

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Every now and then Advay was looking to his left side where Zuri's cabin was separated from his cabin with just a wall-size glass. She looked deep in thoughts, staring on her computer screen and doing nothing.

He felt odd. She loved working, she wasn't a lazy secretary.

All of a sudden she stood up and marched to his cabin. The determined look on her cute face was quite amusing.

He felt like she is Rani Laxmi Bai and is ready to fight the Britishers in the revolt of 1857.

But where are the Britishers?

Mumbai still has Victoria Terminal but Victoria's army is gone a long time ago.

Advay was about to shout, "Inquilab Zindabad!"

But, "I love you." These words froze him.

Oh! He went to the wrong history chapter. It's not "Revolt of 1857", but "Romanticism".

That reminded him of French Revolution, Bourbon Dynasty, Napoleon Bonaparte, Battle of Waterloo and French Kiss.

Now you must be thinking from were this French Kiss came into history.

Well, what can you expect from a playboy?

"Advay, are you listening to me?" Zuri shouted.

"Huh! Yes, I am. By the way, what were you saying?"

Zuri, for the first time in her life, felt so much irritated.

"I... I.. nevermind." She turned back. Maybe it was a wrong move to confess her love. He just won't care. One night and it's over from his side. Why she had to fall in love with him leaving all the decent guys apart on this earth?

She felt his hold on her wrist.

"I heard, you said you love me." He was smiling. Believe it or not, it's the first time some girl said this to him.

He pulled her close and made her sit on his chair and himself sat on the table. She looked up to him.

"Are you sure? That you love me. I am not the best guy for you." He asked.

"I don't know." She was puzzled about her feelings. She loved him, but only love isn't enough.

"Zuri, it's not a joke. It's about you, about us." Advay was internally glad, but he knew very well that his companionship will cause her a lot of problems.

"I know, I... tried to control. But..." Her eyes filled up with tears.

"Eh... Don't cry. Okay, I like you. You are perfect for some idiot like me. But my lifestyle isn't good."

"I agree, your lifestyle isn't good. But you are a good person. And I never judged you for being so... messed up." She chose light words to point out his not-so-innocent activities.

"Then why you kept your distance initially?"

"You were not my type, neither I was yours."

"And now I am your type?" He asked teasingly.

"That's upto you."

"What do you mean?"

"Can you at least try to be a one woman's man?"

He chuckled.

"Zuri, a sailor amist the ocean is directionless without the moon. I am just like a sailor who was lost. But maybe I found the moon in you."