| Lavanya |
TWO YEARS LATER:
My room is scattered. Cosmetics, dresses, hundreds of accessories and sandals are lying here and there because I have always been a mess with respect to choosing outfits for fancy galas.
After looking and trying for at least ten dresses, I have opted for this stunning black evening gown, which features a dramatic one-shoulder design. It has a fitted bodice that accentuates the waist, flowing into a voluminous, floor-length skirt and has a high slit on one side. After a lot of hassle I have actually found a right blend of sophistication and glamour. This outfit is just so me.
I have added more to the look by doing soft curls in my long hairs. I have grown the length because I wanted a new look for a new me. Mom loves the length of my hair, for she always wanted me to grow them.
I have coloured my lips with a thick quote of glossy brown lipstick, emboldened my eyelashes and eyebrows to make the look prominent and powerful.
Over the years, many things have changed except for my love for accessories. Diamond studs, and multiple rings in my hands with an elegant chain watch at my left wrist, I am feeling good and confident.
Really?
It's an important event for me tonight and I just can't look weak and out of place. Though, it's more of a dinner party, at Roy's for the celebration of 50 golden years of their magazine, but I can't overlook it as just a gala.
In fact, tonight, I'm a little more nervous, hesitant and angry because the party I am going to, has him on their guest list and for some reason, I know that he will come.
Agastya Raichand. The CEO of Highlights, a magnificent heir of Raichands who knows how to rise, rule and seize.
The man, I once loved with all my heart, unconditionally, to whom I gave all the pieces of me, who was once my home.
After going through major ups and downs in our respective careers, and avoiding each other for almost two year, tonight we are finally going to face each other.
A common friend has told me that he hasn't refused to come tonight, and so I'll be seeing him.
And I don't know how am I going to do it.
The gap of three sixty five days between us, has always been iconic. And now it has doubled. Woah!
I remember how terrified I was back then, when I was joining his firm as a CEO, filling into his shoes. I was cursing my luck to be at his place.
Nothing much has changed.
After another gap of two years, I'm strangely nervous and angry at the situation I have to face. I'm still cursing my luck.
Though I know, we live in the same city, we are in the same profession so this was inevitable. At one point we had to meet, and now that point has come.
But I don't want to meet him and I have to. I don't want to know anything about him, and I know I will.
Even today, I have dressed up to make him feel that I'm doing better and I'm happy. I can't afford to look weak and conflicted like someone who is longing to reunite with him.
No! I'm not thinking anything as such.
I open my eyes to look again at my reflection in the mirror and it's fine as fuck. I do look good.
But why do I not look belonged? Why do I seem to wandering around when I'm standing stiff at one place?
Because I am not home. I'm not with him, in his arms. Suddenly the battles I have fought, the inner conflicts I had resolved to stand tall in my own eyes, are looking so insignificant and lost. I feel like despite these two years, I am standing where I started from.
I look like a failure in this elegant and rich gown. No one will look as dejected and lonely as me as long as my eyes are saying the truth, I have been running from.
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The Blurred Lines
Romance"Oh Love! You are finally here. And I" he took a pause and roared with a sly smile "am NOT AT ALL pleased." He looked at me, as if I am his prey. Well he's a beast nonetheless. "Stop calling me Lav. It's Lavanya for you." I replied, with fierceness...
