...And She Came As Moonlight ✓

6.1 Whispers Of The Waves

"I ... Own a small textile company." He said as if it's nothing to talk about.

"And He writes lyrics for the band 'Whispers of the waves' " Deepak continued.

"What!?...Omg! You. Wrote all those songs?" She asks, completely flattered.

"No. Just a few." He laughs in between.

"Did you write that someone?" She questions excitedly, almost jumping towards him.

He smiles. "Ya."

She squealed and closed her mouth with her hands in awe. "I'm gonna faint now! Deepak!! Asshole, why didn't you tell me before?" She yells at him. Chandr stands there, shocked. She squealed, screamed, called Deepak an asshole and was almost jumping in awe...for him?! He asks himself.

"Aaah...My batch children arrived. Need to go. Bye." Deepak escapes quickly.

"Hey!..." She calls out loudly but he doesn't turn so she turns her attention back at Chandr who had now officially became her new favorite hero!

"Chandr....I need your autograph. Please…" She almost begs, showing her puppy eyes.

He laughs. "...That song's my favorite too, by the way."

"Haa! Don't change the topic. I want an autograph. Serious here." She stresses.

"...I don't have a pen" He checks his pockets and shrugs.

She lets out a breath of regret.

"Do you really like that song that much?" He asks, trying to keep up the conversation, trying to lift her mood and trying to clear his own doubtful thoughts.

"Like it? I love it. It's my favorite.... favorite. I sing it all the time...oh, by the way, it's sad that I sing it. I can't sing well." She shakes her head and laughs at herself, a little embarrassed.

"I'm sure that's not true." He assures politely.

"Oh, it is! My dad loves that song too. He keeps telling me not to spoil the fun but I can't just shut up... you would know that about me by this time." She chuckles and he joins.

"Is your car parked in the parking lot?" He asks, pointing at the right side of the ground. The parking lot was a few buildings away.

"Scooty. Yes, it's in the parking lot."

"Oh. Let's walk there then." They start walking. She sees that he has worn his moon ear cuff again. She really wished she had one too. A sparkling moon whose moonlight would brighten even the darkness, would soothe even the stillness.

"Why a Scooty? " He asks, looking in the front, a little embarrassed of being the first to speak again. He rarely did that, when not in his business mode. She loved it that he's continuing the conversation.

"Well, memories of childhood! My mom had the same model so."

"Oh." He replies, not knowing what else to say. Maybe he had touched a sensitive topic. He knew her mother wasn't alive.

"Wow! There's a gym here!” She gasps, as if she had seen a palace. “…I should tell Kairav...He loves to explore all the gyms. Nice hobby, right?" She says, taking out her mobile and sending him the location.

"Your friend?" He asks, his voice casual but he felt a touch of sadness or was it jealousy?!

He convinced himself that he was asking because he just wanted the conversation to keep going.

That was partly true. He had always felt lonely, especially when he wasn't working. On Sundays, the first half of the day, he would spend lazily, writing lyrics or checking on his textile business, according to his mood. Then he would come here to coach basketball. Sometimes at night, he would go to the beach or to clubs, with his cousin Mehul but the conversations everywhere were either business related or all too short and deprived of enthusiasm. When Alisa spoke, the world around her lightened up. Even the most normal things sounded interesting and colorful. She had that spark in her.

Her smile has that power, he accepted.

 "Yaa... And now, he's also my best friend's husband." She declared proudly. "They suit each other so well…He doesn't talk much AND he doesn't like listening to me either! How stupid? But he can listen to Mayu all the time. Oh! Mayu is his wife, by the way..." She turns to him as she explains, before continuing as she turns to look in front of her.

He smiles to himself, enjoying this conversation. It had been so long since he had simply had a conversation, walking around. This feels good, he thought.

"...I tell you that guy treats her like a Queen. She deserves that though. She's the best! Isn't that why she's my best friend?" She smirks at herself.

It felt like she was talking to herself now. He liked that too. She wasn't a woman who would talk to show off her knowledge or act to show off her beauty or smartness though she had all of them. Her heart was that of a child's, living in the present and not carrying life like it's a burden. It inspired him.

He looked at her with admiration as she kept talking, animatedly. It's wasn't just her mouth speaking, her whole body did. Her hands were moving as if she was explaining an experiment. She tilted her head sometimes, she kicked small stones on the road when she talked about something that irritated her and all of a sudden, her pout would vanish and she would jump and turn towards him, showing him the light in her eyes, telling him something exciting. He kept his eyes on her the whole time. Not just because he wanted to, also because he couldn't look away. He was smiling to himself without a break, without even realizing it. She was sparkling in his eyes. She is a gorgeous person, he admitted.