The woman (Kamini) strode into the hallway, dressed to kill in a short skirt and halter top, looking too thin too pale, but otherwise much better than she had the last time he (Sanskar) had seen her 2 months ago. He used to consider her s*xy as hell; now the sight of her made his stomach turn. She was still pretty in that predatory cat kind of way, but the shortcomings of her character blotted out any attraction he might have once felt.
The technician showed up at that exact moment or Sanskar would have thrown her out on her a*s without a second thought. Instead, he briefed the man on the problem then returned to find her in his office sitting behind his desk, rifling through the drawers like a deranged squirrel foraging for nuts. He stood in the doorway watching her untill she sensed his presence & looked up with an unabashed grin.
Kamini- Where are your cigarettes? I'm dying for a smoke.
She resumed digging.
Sanskar- I quit. And there's no smoking in the building. You'll have to go outside.
And once she went outside, he'd bolt the door behind her.
Kamini- You quit smoking?
She smirked & rolled her eyes.
Sanskar- Right.
The laughter died on her lips as he strode around to her side of the desk.
Sanskar- I thought I told you to leave me alone. What part of that did you not understand?
He slammed the drawer shut with a bang, narrowly missing her fingers.
Nothing ever changed with her. She was as irritating as that damned back door buzzer. With a heavy sigh, he removed her forcibly from his chair & took a seat there himself.
Kamini- If I didn't know better, I'd think that you weren't glad to see me.
Her lower lip jutted out in an insincere pout. There had been a time when that expression might have tugged at his heart, but that days were long past.
Sanskar- What do you want? More money?
He sat back in his chair, assessing her.
Sanskar- Well, tough shirt. I'm broke. You won't get another cent out of me. You'll have to find some other sucker to bleed dry.
Kamini- Don't get your pa*ti*s in a twist, Sanskar. What makes you think I want something? Maybe I'm just here to see you.
As she smiled, the slanted blue eyes crinkled at the corners in amusement.
Sanskar- You never do anything without an ulterior motive.
Kamini- I could say same about you.
She parked her butt on the edge of his desk & swung a long leg back & forth.
Kamini- Why are you always so pissed at me? You're not still upset about that little thing happened, are you?
He sighed and scrubbed his face with his hands b4 he spoke...
Sanskar- It wasn't a small thing. You slept with brother.😠😠😡😡
Kamini- I don't know why you keep bringing that up. It was years ago. You know, its not healthy to harbor so much negativity inside. Maybe you should take some anger management classes...
Sanskar- Look Kam, I'm busy. Say what you need to say and get out.
She cocked her head to one side like a bird. Not wanting to encourage her with conversation, he waited while she formulated her next move. And all too fimiliar expression of contemplation hovered on the heart-shaped face; he could see the wheels turning behind those exotic eyes and knew that danger lurked just around the corner.
Kamini- I don't want anything from you, Sanskar. I'm in town for business and wanted to say hello.
She hopped into the corner of his desk, crossing her long shapely legs at the knee, baring a good deal of thigh in the process.
Sanskar- You don't know anyone here. You're unemployed. What business you could possibly have here?
Kamini- Oh, this & that.
She attempted to pick up a stack of invoices from the desk, but he slammed a hand down on the papers. She jumped to her feet.
Kamini- Gheesh! What is your problem?
Sanskar- You are my problem.
He said, as the pondong b/w his temples started up once more. He needed aspirin and a beer, maybe several beers, if he ever wanted to feel normal again.
Sanskar- Whatever you're selling, I'm not buying. Now take your scrawny a*s out of here b4 I throw you out.
His frustration hit new heights when she made no attempt to move. He abhorred violence against women but his fingers curled at the intoxicating idea of wrapping around his slunder neck & choking the life out of her.
Kamini- I thought maybe we could grab some dinner or go see a movie or something.
One long finernail like a talon traced the outline of the desk calendar as she peered up at him through thick black lashes.
Kamini- You know... maybe catch up on things.
The subtle change in intonation over the words catch up let him know exactly what was on her mind & it wasn't conversation.
Their last little reunion resulted in one of the biggest mistakes he'd ever made & damned if he was eager to repeat that disaster anytime soon. With uncanny perception, she'd caught him in weak moment, & they'd trembled into bed like two horny teenagers. Their little interlude had meant nothing to him--hell, he'd been so drunk that he hardly remembered it--but she clung to it with a desperation that made his gut wrench. He'd already wasted too many years of his life on her. Damn if he would squander even another second on her deceitful, traitorous a*s.
He said nothing but stood up, took her by the elbow propelled her toward the door. She huffed but let him escort her out of the office, brushing her shiny black hair out of her eyes with a free hand. When they reached the back door, she jerked her arm away & straightened her top with an indignant scowl.
Kamini- You don't have to be so mean about it.
A scowl creased her pale forehead as she dug through her purse for the car keys.
Kamini- I thought maybe we could hang out like we used to. I miss you, Sanskar. We used to be best friends.
She was wrong; they had never been friends. Their relationship had been fueled by cocaine & s*x, nothing more. He had to be mean, had to harden his heart against her. Otherwise, she'd prey on his sympathies & warm her way back into his life quicker than the flash of lightning. Her presence was the last thing he needed when he had finally begun to pull his life together. Just bcoz her life was in toilet didn't mean she had to drag him there with her. The girl must have some kind of radar that honed in on his impending happiness, allowing her to swoop in like a vulture & tear it all apart.
Sanskar- Kamini, for the last time, I'm not being mean. I'm being honest. You should try it sometime. You & I have nothing to say to each other anymore.
He nudge her toward the door.
The harsh tone of his voice gave her a pause. The blue eyes widened & for an instant, he imagined a glimmer of tears. That misguided notion made him laugh out loud. It must have been the reflection from the bare light bulb overhead. She wasn't capable of any sincere emotion. She raised a hand to caress his cheek. His skin twinched under the touch of her cold fingers.
Kamini- When did you stop loving me, Sanskar?
Sanskar- I never loved you. Remember? We've been over this a million times.
He swatted her hand away & gave her another small push toward the door, herding her over the threshold, using his size against her.
Kamini- We'll always be tied to each other.
Sanskar- The only tie we ever had was our lifestyle. And if you haven't noticed, I've been away from that stuff for years. If you had any brains, you'd get away from it too.
She snorted at that, tossed her hair, & straightened. The girl had tenacity, or maybe it was just the inability to realize when she was defeated.
Kamini- Who is she? Anyone I know?
She smiled at him in a patronizing way that raised the hair on the back of his neck. That knowing smirk pissed him off, as if she knew him better than himself. He groaned in exaspiration & scrubbed his face with both hands.
Sanskar- None of your business.
Kamini- That's not a denial.
She studied his face with shrewd blue eyes.
Kamini- Whoever she is, I hope she's prepared for a lifetime of heart break & disappointment. You kinda suck at relationships.
He forced his face to go blank. Kamini had honed in on the very thing that he himself hadn't been able to admit. For the first time in years, he dared to hope that there was someone, or the possibility of someone, in his future. That tiny glimmer of hope, no matter how miniscule, was the only thing holding him together lately.
With Kamini finally gone, Sanskar sat back behind his desk. From force of habit, he grabbed his cell phone & scroll through the contact list in search of female companionship, someone to take away the dull ache of emptiness that he always felt afer an encounter with her. He started to hit redail in his cell then stopped himself midway. Did he really want to open that Pandora's Box?
The best he could possibly hope for another night stand with a girl he didn't really like. He was so tired on waking up in someone else's bed. The pounding behind his eyes increased. He scrubbed his face with his hands to ease the tension. After a few more minutes of contemplation, he opened the top desk drawer to search for some aspirin among the cluster of ink pens & paper clips that rested there. There was no aspirin, but he did find a long cigarette, trapped behind a roll of tape, a stapler, & Swara's pa*ti*s 🙈.
The satin slipped through his fingers like a whisper, evocative of their owner & the kiss in the hallway.
Without a doubt, he'd sacrificed a dozen meaningless encounter for one chance at a significant realtionship with Swara. She was so different from what he was used to...so together. Most of the girls he knew had a depth of a mud puddle, but Swara's black eyes seemed fathomless. The need to learn the secrets held within those emerald depths had him craving her like a drug. The memory of her confrontation with Sameer, her calm & cool reception despite what had to be a torrent of emotions raging behind her composure, brought a smile to his lips. Controlled... that was the word. Lacking that quality himself, her self-control fasinated him. He'd like to break that control. When he'd kissed her, he felt that control slip to reveal just a taste of the passion that lurked inside her, & man, it had tasted good.
Who was he kidding? Swara would never get involved with him. She had more class in her little finger than he could ever hope to possess. Kamini's words of warning echoed in his head.
You kind of suck at relationships.
Of course Kamini would say that. Her only intention was to make him miserable, a skill that perfected over the years. Any trouble he had maintaining a realtionship stemmed directly from the mental torture he'd suffered at her hands. A carzy b*t*h would be a challenge to any relationship he might hope to have. With a sigh, he shoved the pa*ti*s back into the drawer. He'd have to cross that bridge when he came to it.
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