"Here we are!" He spoke, as they parked the car. This was their usual, every weekend they would meet, which would be followed by the dinner date at place of one of theirs closing, a decision they had reached by deliberate consuses. Anyhow, that would usually not happen as one of them would always be working or busy with something and that would leave them to home dinners or the ones where they ordered and ofcourse of lately the dinners were being prepared by the man himself, a considerable improvement over his past.
"1.5 months late!" Shehnaaz replied, as she looked at him.
"Tu hi busy hoti thi har baar!" He spoke, while Shehnaaz looked at him. He was dressed in his formal wear, the deep grey trousers which classic white shirt. He had come straight from his office, he was that man. Hardworking, rich and times she would not relate with his world, the riches, but even then he was not the one who cared about what people would wear, how they looked, how rich they appeared. And here, he was in his usual clothes, not trying to be anything, unbothered. He didn't pretend, atleast not when he was around her. Maybe that was why he was with her, maybe thats what would bring him at door step everytime, he thought of walking away
"Chal!" He spoke, while she looked at him. The touch of his fingers, as they moved along her skin, made her look at him. That touch was the same it had been forever, almost electric only the intensity of the spark would increase every next time.
He held her hand, like always. Like he had always, involuntarily. Shehnaaz looked at him as that happened, as he walked inisde. She smiled at his act, he had no idea of what his touch did, she thought. And perhaps, that was the condition, he did not really have to know the thing. That was about them, about her.
Shehnaaz had been talking about work, she had always done that, talk about her work. It was kind of religious to her, perhaps he was the first person in her life who would listen to her. She would take a morsel and then talk for another five mintues, she would sip water, sip not drink, every one minute, maybe that was her way of not eating too much, she would use her fingers to comb her hair away from falling onto her face, but then she would not push them back, just a gentle movement of her fingers along the hair and then back to the place where they would fall back on her face.
"And that's how I killed him!" She spoke, looking at him, falling silent at the end, as her eyes looked at him.
He still looked the same way, no change of expressions. The same attention to detail face, as he smiled on finding her lips not moving. "This thing that you are wearing, in your ears...."he began to speak. He had to say something, he had not been paying attention to whatever she was saying, but then the jhumka in her ears, her expressions, the way her lips moved, the glitter of those big round hazel eyes, he was sure, he had only heard about those kind of eyes. All of that had kept him busy in a different world.
Shehnaaz looked at him as he spoke, her eyes narrowed. "Tum nahi sun rahe the! Haina?", she spoke pouting her lips as her eyes widened at him.
He raised his eyebrows, as if surprised at the woman. His eyes could still not let go the jhumka.
"No i have been listening..."
"Sidharth!" Shehnaaz said the word and then shook her head, " agr abhi hum log idr nahi hote na, toh kasam se Muh tod deti tera!" She replied.
Sidharth smiled. "Hot lag rahi hai tu..."
"Sidharth mai kya bol rahi hu.."
Sidharth held her hand as he all of a sudden pulled her hand up, "Chal abhi, we need to go!" He spoke as he pulled her her hand, while he paid the bill.
"Kya ho gya? Why did we run? Biwi toh nahi aa gyi tumhari?" Shehnaaz spoke as they reached his car, it was raining outside. The rain had intensified in last one hour. "Ek toh tum meri baat nahi sun rahe..." Shehnaaz began to speak and she continued to do so, she would not stop. Sidharth looked at her as that happened, he had been distracted, he had very little of control left.
It happened in a moment, that he pulled her arm and pushed her to the side of the car, his body moving closer until he almost towered her.
