Chapter 3 | Him
When people said patience fetches the sweetest fruits, I never thought I could actually witness it so soon. I mean who knew it would be such a cake walk to ask her out. And yet, here I was...getting rejected for being too slow in my approaches.
To be honest, I did not expect her to keep the promise, but perhaps my threats did what my loving words couldn’t.
Last night the little chat we had...the way my words have been scaring the shit out of her, it’s kind of amusing; entertaining even.
And it has transformed the blazing red inferno into a bluish, with the temperatures soaring so high that even I am concerned. With the new things I am getting to learn about myself... It’s like a predator is learning about the hunt for the first time in their life. It is exciting and tempting in a way I haven’t felt before.
Like libido being injected straight into my system seeing her helplessness, especially because it’s facilitating her right into my arms.
Is it sadistic? Maybe.
Do I care? Might sound pathetic, but no.
I’ve burned down the book of principles and morals that used to guide my karma, over the years after having my eyes set on this walking flame. No line is unworthy of being crossed if it means sucking her into my life.
Her text at five in the morning was the best way I could ever imagine my day to begin, and despite the need to let her know just how delighted I was for our first date, I chose the subtlest of responses. She needs a friend, a shoulder to lean on. And I’ll be whatever my queen wants me to be.
On my way back this morning, I saw the rose bush from yesterday and smiled. I guess it worked. Because she’s running away from me, to fall right back into my trap.
Sipping on the coffee, I replay the video from last night; the look on her face every time she woke up from a possible nightmare. The flushed skin dripping in sweat when she gasped for air, before falling back to sleep. Every single time I held back the desire to rush downstairs and let the unhinged man speak for himself.
Patience... I am gradually mastering the most difficult lesson of my life. The gentleman’s mask.
This is your chance. Do Not Forget!
SPENDING TIME WITHmy bikes is a form of meditation for me. It’s like therapy when I’m around them – working on them. Giving my motorbikes all my love; Even my first baby – the black beauty I used to ride when I first saw Disha, has been customized to the extent that it cannot be identified as anything less than a professional racing bike.
Although detaching from the world has not been the only motive behind this therapy. Detachment from my mind was the most I needed when my black beauty came to the rescue.
Detachment from the thoughts... the thoughts of a monster who I unfortunately share my gray-eyedness with.
But that reminds me of something... Shit! I did forget putting on my lenses. Have been so used to leaving it off these days, since being unmasked feels way more comfortable around people with their masks on all the damn time.
But not around her, you can’t.
After promising to give each of my motorcycles a chance, I pull out my favorite – the black Ninja and park her before heading out, caught by a sudden commotion.
A man pushes past me as he makes his way towards the elevator with several boxes in his hands. I curse under my breath, “Motherfucker!” – almost too loud to grab the attention of a middle-aged couple standing in the lobby; their expression sour at my selection of words.
But the moment my eyes meet theirs, their spite turns to stone. I call it god’s gift – to be blessed with eyes such a light shade of gray, it used to scare me as a child to look in the mirror; later triggering my obsession with them.
Always feels good to see people change their demeanor towards me because of the one thing I was insecure about.
Why do people love staring straight into the darkness? I mean I have a warm smile even if it means nothing.
I usually feel better off alone but something about the way these two seem to interact... instinctually bent. I need to know them.
“Hi. You guys visiting?” I flash the most comforting leer possible.
The man says nothing, almost ignoring the question. But the woman eyes him before turning to me with a pleased expression. “We were moving in. Have rented one of those overlooking the garden.”
“Really?” I quickly correct my narrowed gaze before continuing, “Which floor are you on?”
Strange that I have not been informed about this.
“We had almost booked the one on the ninth. But last-minute changes, unavailability issue or something of the sort and we had to agree for the one on the tenth floor.” She says, “Abhinav’s office is closest from here so, we had to get down to something.”
What? Fuck!
I need to fucking find out who the hell dared to cross me when I had gotten it specifically mentioned in the contract that no tenant be allowed on the tenth and eleventh floor without my reviewing it first.
Plus, with her on the eleventh, how can I let anyone come anywhere near the two of us. Anywhere near our private paradise.
“Do you work nearby too?”
The question comes so suddenly that I spit almost a chunk of truth in it. “No, I own a cloud computing firm. I work in my home office. It’s in that building just across from here.”
She gets ready to say something but I interrupt and lie about an appointment at ten. Can’t waste more time doing chitty-chatty with complete strangers. Especially when I have a date with my muffin.
On my way back to the apartment, I check my phone to look at her camera feed. Still looking just as tempting as she looked in the red nightie last night, checking left and right for ghosts or phantoms; like they may jump out of the walls. God I could fuck her right on that dresser just for looking so vulnerable... so adorable.
And the white cotton shirt that she’s put on... how I wish it rains today.
Pouty-pouty putting on a mauve lipstick before smudging it with her middle finger. And all evil that could, blatantly crosses my mind.
I could beg her to let me lick them, only once.
I need to have some sense of self control... I’ll need to act like it now that I’ve laid the trap. Let her walk into it unprepared. Only then, will I be able to catch her.
Only then will I be able to make her my captive.
Mine for life.