Continued from Nivedha Part 3 

As I sat cramped up in the car in the midst of honking horns, my mind slowly drifted back to a pool of memories. The way we always fought and then made up..

My bike raced through the dusty roads and plummeted over the potholes. I was unsure whether it was my heart that raced fast or the bike. She had messaged long back about her arrival. As usual, I replied that I’m almost there. But, I had not even started then. I was deep lost in the rushing sea of thoughts. This was not the first time we are meeting. This was not our first dinner together either. Still, this night and this dinner was special. We had a bad tiff as usual. Nowadays we fight more than we talk or love. She had again fought with me as usual. She, as her usual self was always good at picking up fights and irritating me with her sarcastic dialogues which she often said at the wrong time always. I would get heated up and often end up shouting at her. Today was no different. We again had a heated argument and this dinner was a sort of makeup dinner to let go of our differences. And yes, I was the one who apologized at last.

My bike screamed out loud as I twisted the accelerator. It seemed to shout at me, “Do you ever apologize to me, dummy?” Thankfully the gullies and the Google maps seemed to be on my favour. I could cross all those busy signals fast and finally it was the last U turn to the restaurant we had decided to meet.

Even before I made the U turn, I could catch a glimpse of her pretty face staring out of the restaurant windows. She looked sad and her eyes kept searching for me in vain. But, I was sure those eyes and face will change when I enter inside and sit near her. The gaze would turn hard. The most dreaded interviewer by every candidate ever will fail hopelessly in front of that stern gaze.

As I was parking my bike, my vocabulary counter started preparing like a nervous kid who was about to write his final exams. I started to ponder about what to say first or rather how to speak to her. I felt like a school kid who reluctantly drags his nervous self, down to the principal’s office. Finally, I entered inside the restaurant. The dimly lit lights only added to my woes by making me more perplexed. She looked up from the windows and as soon as she caught sight of me, the sad face lit up in happiness. But, within a moment the happy face was replaced by her sinister form.

I took my seat opposite her and she diverted her gaze away from me, looking at some portrait placed on the other side. I suddenly felt uneasy. This was even more intimidating than the time I proposed to her first. I so badly wanted to move near her and give her a warm, tight hug. But, she clearly didn’t want me to even come near her as she had kept the space near her covered with her jumbo-sized bag.

I badly needed to break the pinpoint silence that existed between us and hence called out the waiter in the pretext of ordering something to eat. He walked up to me with a look of a sneer as if asking me, “so, you are the one who made a lady wait this long!”

“What would you like to have, sir?” he asked me in a polite yet odd way. “Whatever madam had ordered” I replied in a hurry. “But madam already said she will have whatever you order, sir”

Now, that was a real ice-breaker. My lady was not too much angry at me at least. Silently listening to our conversation, she finally shifted her gaze back to me.  Her dark black eyebrows made a little twist and those lips finally broke into a gentle smile. Suddenly, a wave of relief flooded in my mind. Bang! I was back in the game at last.

I shifted my gaze back to her face and I started staring at her lips. Her lips were deep red in colour as if it was a ‘no entry’ board. Her eyes did the talking, rebuking me to follow the rules. But, like any crazy biker out there, I was determined to try and enter the no-entry zone.

 

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