Marry Me

Chapter - 3 HIS EYES

The first thing that I noticed as I stepped inside was, that the picture of us with winky faces, orange tongues, and sticky ice candies on our hands, was still hanging on the wall above the dark mahogany desk of his childhood. For some reason I was scared that it would not be not on its usual place since it's been hung twelve years back. I took a small huff of breath and looked around at the walls that were painted translucent blue, and then at the potted plant that I had gifted him two years back, sitting on the windowsill. The two adjacent desks under the sill were piled with old school textbooks and notebooks, and a black colored file, which he must have brought from his other home in Gurgaon, sitting beside a lamp. With a twist in my heart I noticed the queen-size bed was still covered in a duck printed bed sheet. And the room still smelled clean and soft like linen and woods. It was all like in the past. I could pretend that-

I turned and found Sahana's caramel eyes throwing daggers at me. Her hair, a perfect bonny blanket, lying above her bronze shoulders. She looked every bit of sophisticated, famous world-class actress, however her body was rigid and her sunflowers painted nails were clutching the Coco bag. 

The door closed with a soft click behind me. Sahana and I both jumped and turned as Kiyansh gazed at us with those cool, impassive, eyes. His calm features showing no signs of vulnerability, or emotion. He looked like he was in a business meeting where the other associates were creating a scene over something peculiar, and he was just watching it from distnace, observing it. I looked at him and thought of how, The 'Times of India' had called his face 'Adonis.' The tilt of his cupid mouth and fire eyes as his eyes fell upon me, were enough for that description, but for me it was much more than that. For me, the way he looked at me, was enough to make me feel like I was set up on fire. His olive face, looked like it was plucked from a painting of Edouard Manet's, his brown hair glimmering gold. Even the slant of light seem to give and fall to his Berluti's.  

My breath hitched in surprise as Sahana grabbed my arm, and her nails digging, "Your friend has gone mad," she said, her  voice vehement, "he thinks he can decide for everything he wants and the whole world will just listen."

What do you do when you had to fight for the person you loved, so that he could be with the person he loved?

Life was cruel. 

I opened my mouth-

"Get away from her." A stormy voice cut through, slashing like a whip through the other side of the room.

Sahana and I turned to Kiyansh in synchrony; I had never seen such acidic expression on his face before. The snap change of expression from impassive to so irate, made him look like an angry knight on a battlefield. He was clenching and unclenching his jaw. The tick on his neck, rapid and hefty; I didn't even realize her nails were a sharp pain on my arm, until his eyes were smoldering it.

Sahana let go of my arm with a jolt and looked at him, as if she hardly believed him he was talking to her that way. "What-What are you-?" She asked, her sentence breaking off to an awkward high-pitched laugh

 A beacon of warning bell flashed inside my head.

He was staring at my arms one moment and then another, his eyes festered up to mine and he hissed, "Out." 

The words felt like a sharp thrust through my gut. I stilled, blinking back the sudden tears that were filling my eyes.  I wasn't going to cry. It was plain and simple, he was angry and he wanted me out of the room. 

I started to walk towards the door, embarrassed blotches covering my skin.

"What are you doing?"