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Don’t Break My Heart – Episode 16

“Tell me something about yourself Ruchi…” He focused his attention back to me after asking the waiter to bring him some wine.

“There is nothing interesting about me…”
“Tell me that is uninteresting,” he again questioned me about my whereabouts.

“Well…I am from Raebareilly in UP…My mom died when I was too young and was raised up by my father, and after his death, I am all alone living in a city where everyone is friendly yet a stranger to me…”

“You don’t have any siblings or uncle or aunt…” he asked.

A gush of loneliness swept through me, and I had to struggle hard to swallow the sudden knot formed in my throat.

“No…as far as I remember I don’t have anyone…” I wiped the corners of my eyes to restrict the flow of tears.

“That’s really something I’ve never seen in a woman. You are all on your own. It’s really hard these days to get yourself educated keeping up with your expenses. How do you manage? I mean are you working somewhere, part time.”

A feeling of pride allured my senses when he praised me on my achievements. I felt more confident in front of him and didn’t mind opening up a bit more.

“My Dad left his life insurance policy for me…I’ve that money to get myself educated until I can stand on my own feet – get a job and become independent.”

“Oh…that’ pretty awesome…All the best Ruchi for your future endeavors.” He smiled pouring the wine down the pitcher into the glasses. He offered me a toast.

“No thanks…”

“Oh…don’t you drink?”

“No…”

“May I know the reason…,” he asked

“My mother was killed by a drunken driver. My Dad quit drinking after that, and I’ve inherited that habit from my Dad as a legacy.”

“My apologies…So Ruchi don’t you’ve bad vibes about people who drink…” he asked me with a concerned look in his eyes.

“Well…I’ve never thought about it, but I think it’s okay if someone drinks in moderation. I really get upset when someone consumes beyond limits and loses control.”

The waiter spread the steaming dinner on the white clothed table and served the food. We began indulging on the famous delicacies of Coconut Grove. He looked like a child, who was given his favorite food, as he devoured the meal, and I noticed he hardly touched his wine.

“So…what do you do…you said you work somewhere?” I hesitantly asked the question that was bothering me for quite a few days.

“I work in an old cars shop…I work there as an auto mechanic. It’s just a part-time job, and I don’t look it as a career option,” he said.

When we’re done with the dinner, Rajeev led me to the nearby ice cream joint, and we enjoyed a cone full of strawberries and pineapple slices mixed with dollops of frozen whipped cream.

“I really had a nice time today,” I said as we walked up to the parking area. The streets were getting empty as the wet monsoons started to sizzle the endearing night.

We ran to our parked car and hopped onto our seats. He pulled the car away from the parking area and it zoomed back on the wet roads of the city.

We hardly talked during the drive back home. The only thing that was constantly trying to break the silence of the night was the noise of the glass wipers moving up and down on the front window wiping the tiny drizzles of rain with the faint sound of Aashiqui 2 song track playing in the background.

The drive from Brigade Road to BTM was a quick ride, and I reached my apartment much before I expected.

It was quite dark as the street light next to the apartment might get damaged due to heavy spells of rain last night. He walked with me till the main gate of the commune.

I looked at him to say that I’d really enjoyed the evening and so on, but couldn’t utter a word and just stared at him standing there still.

“I really loved spending time with you Ruchi…I hope we’d make some more plans like this in the future.”

“Thank you…I also enjoyed.” I wasn’t sure what rule of dating should I follow, so I just waited for him to take the charge of the situation.

He stepped closer and stood just in front of me. His black creased linen shirt touched the fabric of my cotton kurta, and I felt his warm breath on my face. His eyes looked straight into mine and I leaned towards him. He burrowed his fingers in my hair and caged my face in his hands. My head tilted to one side, and I snaked my arms around his waist. As my hands roamed over his back, he softly pulled me to him. Sparks flew as our lips met. A whirlpool of feelings hit me deep inside; feelings that I’d never known that were strange yet beautiful.

Our lips played together and after too little time he pulled away, his hands still in my hair, and my gaze on him. He smiled before freeing me up. “I think I should leave now.”

I wanted him to stay with me the night.

“See you at school Ruchi…Take care…” he waved.

“Bye…Rajeev.”

Still fascinated by the brief sensual encounter I had with him, I saw him walk up to his car. He pulled the vehicle against the curb and took the last turn at the dark end of the solitary street.

Coming back to my flat, I slowly walked up to my bedroom and closed the door from inside. I touched my lips and relived the moments when he tangled his hands into my hair and pulled me close to suck my lips.

Even though I instinctively assumed that he was playing with me, I couldn’t stop myself falling for him.

To Be Continued…

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Mariyam Hasnain is a romance writer and a blogger. She is an indie author of four published books including the short story collection "Still the Love Blooms", the novella "Love Me Baby", the full length novel "Camouflage, and the recently released "Hearts & Kisses." According to Mariyam, love is not always sweet but sometimes tangy, sour, and bitter. It's not always bright and colorful but often dark, gray, and black. So, her romance books are not always sweet but at times sassy, naughty, dark, and flirty. Her books mainly explore the intricacies of modern-age college romance, second chances, love at first sight, and forbidden love. So, go ahead and enjoy the ride as you explore the shades of naughty and nice romance with Mariyam.

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