Sidharth had wanted to lean closer and kiss her, but he refrained. That were the waters he did not want to delve into. His share of past experiences, his behavior with people, his own character had casted an impression on his brain and he was perfectly fine with it.He was a romantic at heart and would love hard ,but love had never happened to him .He had never felt the butterflies they described in books.But they say that real life love does not happen like that,that their are conditions to it. People indulge in other people as per their convenience, and set boundaries. Love as they describe in poems wasnt seen by him.Ofcourse many people he knew loved each other ,but theirs wasn't the kind Sidharth craved for.They loved each other with perfections ,who would leave when the moments arrive. Many a times they loved like friends. But Sidharth kindoff love was different, it did not have flamboyant dinners, and exclusivity.His kind off love was more simpler and yet unachievable .He wanted to loved for his flaws ,accepted and cared for,never to be left alone. He wanted a partner who would put him at top,and cherish him.But that never came.Collegues of his age were almost all married or atleast they were in serious relationships. But Sidharth knew,those people could as easily be broken apart, therefore had concluded that marriage wasn't a necessity to him.If she could not love his soul,he would not want her.His friends too had at times told him that he wanted more from life ..but his words "my life...i can want anything from it!"
"Ready hoja I will drop you...tera dog hospital is on my way!", he liked teasing her about her profession .
It wasn't malicious Shehnaaz knew,what ever amount she had understood Sidharth, she knew teasing and pulling leg was his way of bonding
She was getting ready, after she prepared themselves a bowl of cornflakes.Carefully she would choose colors that weren't bright.She loved the tints of pinks and yellows and blues.But ever since Harinder she had chosen colors meant for a widow. Hair tied into a low rubber band ,with not an ounce of makeup, she got dressed up in a simple suit.Her nails immaculately trimmed as per the requirements of her profession and emotions trimmed as per the requirement of stars.
"Ha nai thik hu...",she told her dad over phone.
"Bacche tu akeli hai ...apni maa ki izzat ka khayaal rakhna...kal koi baat ni karna chahiye. ",her dad never forgot to remind this.
She was standing by the drawer ,with a photograph in her hand ; when sidharth entered. He saw those tears in eyes,but chose not to speak.Though he never mentioned, but he had noticed that a black band, that looked like a fashion statement covered her elbow all times.He knew ,she wasn't here in Mumbai just because she was bored. This was her escape,he just didn't know what from.That band in her elbow was guarding a secret Sidharth had guessed correctly, but didn't have the courage to admit. He didn't know her,so would therefore never invade into her space; also Sidharth knew at times it is better not to talk of talk of someone's misery..."kabhi kabhi kisi k aasu dekh k anjaan bano...toh uski izzat reh jati h!"
Thats what he wanted for her,to not feel low in front of his eyes.
"Darling agr tu har din yeh oats and cornflakes khati h toh moti kaise h?",he questioned.
She looked at him,this man could get on her nerves pretty quick.
"Aap k liye patli nahi ho sakti ...jo hu yehi hu!",she spat.
He didn't want her lean, he didn't want her anyway? Did he? She was young 27 and he was 38.She was way out of his league...
"Yrr meko na home decor ka samaan lena h...aap btao na koi sexy place?", she asked looking at him while he was driving.
"Tu kab free hogi?", he spoke
"Pta ni aise to by 5 ...i should be free ...but fir bhi agr koi case hua ...i will get late.",she answered.
"Late ho jaega tera toh . There is this place unka samaan accha h...plus hum log k saath work karte h ... I mean mere design studio k saath....tu akeli nahi ja paegi waha .."
