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Just You and Me, Together! Part 4

April 11, 2020
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Previously we read Nikkie’s escape from the chaos to her flat in Krakow, she was surprised when Joseph turns up there with a bad news. Dealing with the news, she realized a different side of Joseph the one she forgot long ago. Lets see what happens next.

Part IV

Nikkie was 5 when her mother died during childbirth, her father went into loneliness for a long time. She was left alone with nannies and her old crony grandmother. When he revived back to normalcy, granny forced him to remarry for Nikkei’s sake. He married a woman from a nearby town, short but very humble. Love was missing from that marriage; she remembers him screaming her dead mother’s name one night after drinking a little too much. Her stepmother couldn’t stay for long, doctors took her away due to some illness. Later, she was told it was Alzheimer’s.

Her second stepmother ‘Biretta’ was a beautiful lady, very stylish and curvy. Father loved her beauty, he often called her by the name ‘Roseline’, that was her mother’s name. She remembers loud furious noises from their room, Biretta never liked the fact that Savio was still in love with his dead wife. She didn’t like Nikkie too and often challenged to find a boarding school for her. Nikkie was 12 years of age when Biretta eloped with a man from Belarus. Savio threw all her belongings to burn them away. He vowed to never marry again.

Nikkie was sitting on the visitor’s sofa when the doctor arrived in the room, breaking the chain of thoughts. He ensured her about his father’s health, but she could see something amiss. Doctor asked Joseph to meet him in his office, her sixth sense was alarmed; she could feel something is not right.

It was a long day, and ambiguity over Savio’s health was dragging it further. She was getting impatient with every passing second; they were talking inside the doctor’s chamber and God knows what. Her feet started aching with the nonstop jogging in the corridor, trying hard to keep her mind diverted. At last, the door opened, Joseph didn’t show any hint of emotion on his face.

“What did he say?” she asked edgily.

“Nothing important.”

“Don’t toy with me, tell me what did the Doctor say about MY FATHER.” She howled in anger.

The words definitely made an impact, Joseph turned around and looked straight into her eyes, “Your father has phase three of Leukemia. OKAY! You heard it! Go now, run away and hide in that burrow of yours,” he said and left her dumbstruck in the corridor.

She took a moment to understand what has just happened, every inch of her adamant body wanted to strike Joseph on his face. But she kept her cool and walked inside the doctor’s room, “How much time he has?”

The doctor looked at her with concern, “I am sorry Ms. Givani, we can’t do much about it. Radiation and Chemotherapy will make him very weak which might not be good for his ailing heart at this age.”

Her foot left the gripping and she tumbled forward, saving herself just in time from crashing on the table with forearms, she took the nearby seat. The doctor leaned forward to offer her water, he advised her to keep up the brave face in front of her father.

This news clearly troubled her, who thought a person as healthy and powerful as her father would get a deadly C like that. She suddenly felt very small, and overwhelmed with the current situation; it was just a week ago that she was very upset with her father and didn’t want to see him again. But today, he is the one who needs her the most.

Still deep in thoughts, her feet made it to Savio’s room, before she could enter the room, she heard a whisper coming from the room. She peeked inside and found, Joseph sitting next to her father, holding his hand and sobbing. It was a day of some rude revelations.

On her 21st birthday, Savio had arranged a huge party, the whole town was invited. She still remembers, it made her feel like a princess, though there was no doubt that she is one, then that day was special. Father was very happy as she is officially an adult now, her big fat gift was an apartment in Poland. However, the real surprise was planned by Joseph. She was ecstatic to even wait for the party to get over.

Joseph was not present in the party, he mentioned the arrival of some crucial consignment at the last minute, which left Nikkie disappointed. That left her bitter but somehow, she braved the unwanted attention, all she was expecting that evening was her dance with Joseph.

She excused herself towards the end of the party and dashed to her room broken-hearted. Once inside the room, she found her special surprise.

Joseph was standing in the middle of her room, holding a sleek gift box. He looked most handsome in the dim light blinking from the walk-in closet. She rushed to his arms and he picked her up with excitement. He was still holding her gift-box, when she asked about it, he told her to open the box only after he left. She happily agreed as for her his presence was worth many precious gifts.

“You are the most beautiful thing, Niks, I can’t wait to make you mine,” his low tone made her crazy with desire. These words were a promise of the most memorable night of her life. He was greedily looking at her lips, slowly, he held her lovely face in his hands and traced a finger to her jawline. She couldn’t wait for any further and leaped forward hungrily.

“Not so fast, tigress!” enjoy these moments, his arms were wrapped around her to gently stroke her back to the nape. He tilted her head a little and placed his lips on hers, it was an explosion of emotions and desires. She has waited for this day forever!!

She slid away from her blanket, seeing Joseph was sleeping beside her after their exhausting encounter. Swiftly she made it to the table to get her present when he stopped her! “You promised! Only after I leave you can open your gift.”

It was midnight when Joseph left her room, without making any noise or even the murmur of his footsteps. She opened her present later, it was a pair of Cartier earrings with a small note – “I LOVE YOU, Nikkie! Would you be my Wife? Please wear these earrings if your answer is YES.”

She didn’t come out from her room for an entire day, her father was worried and came to enquire when she lied and said – “It’s migraine father, I want to sleep the whole day. Please tell everyone not to disturb me today.”

The next day she packed up to leave for her new pad in Poland, Savio asked Joseph to drop her to Krakow. He went up to her room for the luggage when he noticed her ears were bare!! She picked up her bags and handed back the present box to Joseph!!

Just you and me together

The post is written as part of #A2ZChallenge & #BlogchatterA2Z. To read the previous post, please click here. My theme this year is Short Love Stories.

Disclaimer

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Reader discretion is advised.

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She doesn’t fit the definition of an ordinary middle-aged lady, her personality is composed but there is a fire in her – confidence and enigma that can make anyone taste the dust. In the last couple of years, he had never seen her showing a single moment of weakness – from whatever professional interactions he remembered.

He was concocting various scenarios of the situation when the phone rang. It was Father! What does he want now, he pondered. Half-heartedly he picked to answer, his father informed him about his arrival and that he would be staying at a friend’s place. He would like to meet personally and congratulate Aman for the admission placement.

Surprised by the uncalled show of emotions from his father, Aman agreed to meet him the next day.

Natasha was bewildered by her thoughts, many males had advanced in the past or tried to connect with her but she was never interested. What’s so different this time, she wondered! Is it because of the age gap, the young blood’s tenacity, or his eyes?

Lost in mental deliberation, she decided to stop this frail trail of discomfort and discontinue the ‘engagement dress’ project, it was not good for her. She must have a clear conscience and dedication to only one man – Vikram.

Vikram provided her the life she is living today, he was the reason she existed and fuelled her dreams to lead a respectable life. She is committed to him, and him alone. Her sacrifices seem too little for what Vikram had done to save her, he spent his entire life earnings to rescue her from the brothel. She was only 19 when her father sold her to earn a few favors from a matka-king.

Vikram found her bundled at a corner during one of his late-night lustful escapades and felt empathy to rescue a young lass in tatters. He provided her shelter, food, education, and belongingness. In return, she dedicated her life and self to him. They couldn’t marry as Vikram came from an upper caste and marriage was supposed to be an arrangement with benefits made by elders then.

She continued to be his lady of interest and their illicit affair was kept under wraps, Vikram never made her feel low and Natasha was a devoted lover. She had never taken any other man in, and now in the 44th year of her life, this young man has stifled her resolve.

Aman had received an email from Natasha’s studio about their inability to meet his requirements and details of the advance refund. Vexed by this sudden change of events, he decided to call Natasha.

‘Ms. Sahni, may I please know why my request has been rejected? Do you think I am not in the position to afford you?’ he blurted in frustration when Natasha picked up the phone.

‘Is that an accusation, Sir, if so, I will have to look into the entire conversation and set your facts right,’ she retorted.

Grasping his overreaction, he apologized and begged to review his request – ‘I have already informed my family, that your revered studio is providing my sister’s dress, Please don’t put me in a fix at the last minute, Ms. Sahni. I am leaving tomorrow for the USA to meet them, they’re expecting the dress to come with me’ he concluded sounding helpless.

Considering his plea genuine, she agreed to re-look and see what could be done. He was ecstatic already and decided to drop by her boutique soon. He likes seeing her perplexed.

Natasha never let her emotions take the front seat, she took a few deep breaths and asked her staff to do something fast about the dress. He is leaving tomorrow – a sudden flick of loss passed by her body.

Shit!

She kept herself busy for the rest of the day, It was late noon when the doorbell jingled – everyone looked up instantly expecting a certain young attractive fella to arrive to enquire about his special request.

‘Sir, please welcome! We were not expecting you – Ma’am didn’t mention anything about your arrival. Please come, what shall I get you – wine, sparking water?’ the receptionist was muddling with her words.

‘This is called ‘surprise’, Reema! I hope your madam also gets this jumpy seeing me,’ he said throwing his signature smirk.

What a fine-looking man, even in this age he is so appealing, thought Reema. Vikram is a tall well-built man with a fine-toned and chiseled body, thanks to all those early morning strength training hours. His salt-and-pepper hair makes him look sexy and his suave dressing style can give tough competition to any supermodel.

He went inside looking for Natasha, but she was too busy to even notice his arrival.

Vikram stood beside her, but she was towering over a human directing the intricate details to go on the sewing machine. He tapped over her shoulder, Natasha jumped a heartbeat seeing Vikram in front of her.

He laughed and pulled her in his arms, kissing her on the cheek swiftly, ‘I hope you liked my surprise, Natz.’ She couldn’t believe her eyes, they just met last week, Vikram hardly come down to New Delhi, nevertheless, it was a sweet surprise.

‘Welcome, you didn’t inform me, I should have met you at the airport or home,’ her reply was full of concern for him.

‘Oh! Come on, how would have I seen this reaction then. And trust me, more than you it was Reema who was shocked seeing me. Please tell me you are paying her well,’ Vikram said jokingly.

Vikram was holding her close, so close that she could feel his willingness. Her eyes dropped down, and a pink blush touched her cheeks. Even after 25 years of a steady steamy relationship, she still couldn’t completely accept the fact that he liked her body and soul.

He liked it when she got coy, showing him she still loved him. He grazed his fingers by her jaw and pulled her face when the front doorbell chimed. ‘Did we forget to close the studio?’ he enquired with staff in general.

‘Madam, the customer is here to talk to you regarding the special delivery’, Reema informed Natasha.

‘Oh! What’s that special delivery if I may ask, Madam?’ Vikram teased Natasha.

‘Urgent Engagement Dress for a sister by her brother, he called me when I was with you last week. We are delivering it by tomorrow. Give me a minute, I will be back,’ she informed Vikram.

He released the grip and let her move out of the embrace, She motioned Vikram to sit and proceeded towards the lobby. There he was, standing by the door – streaks of sunlight falling on him making his skin shine like diamonds. He was wearing a white linen shirt with open-top buttons and beige relaxed pants. Greek God! He is indeed very handsome, no wonder my girls can’t stop ogling at him, she thought.

She informed him about the progress of the dress and their commitment to delivering the next day, he kept looking at her eyes and moving lips, which made Natasha uncomfortable. No man can make her feel dizzy except Vikram, Why this man is gaining power over her consciousness?

He clapped on her hand to show his appreciation and a sudden jolt of electric current passed through her body. Unable to move her hand and stunned by his touch she was perplexed, he was saying something, but her mind was baffled.

It was only when Vikram walked into the room, she regained composure and pulled her hand back. Reema accompanied him filling in all the details about the special delivery, Vikram was not able to see the guy’s face clearly due to the sunlight falling from doors and windows.

Moving towards Natasha and the customer, Vikram pulled out his phone to call his son and fix the venue for their meeting.

Aman got his confirmation, his touch had an effect on her. Now, is the time to step up, he would ask her for a coffee. Wondering if that would be a good move or too early and risky stunt. He was contemplating the thoughts when his phone started ringing – Father. He cursed the timings.

He got up from the sofa to pick up the call, when found a stunned familiar face looking back at him from the other side of the room.

Father-son staring at each other with Natasha in the middle looking dumbfounded.

The End.

To read the previous part, please click here.

This post is a part of Blogchatter Half Marathon 2023

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Wrong Number – Short Love Story

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“Hello!”

“Yes!”

“May I talk to Raghav?”

“Raghav who?”

“ummm… isn’t this Raghav’s number?”

“Do I sound like Raghav?”

“Hell No! he has coarse voice like a frog, whereas yours is …”

“Mine what?”

“Your voice is sweet, yet challenging.”

“hmm…”

“Do you know what’s the full form of hmm?”

“No, why?”

“Because hmm is – hug me more!.”

“I never heard that before, it’s not true.”

“Google it, if you don’t trust me.”

“Of course I will search, and Hello! I don’t know you so what trust?”

“But we are talking, isn’t it?”

“Talking randomly doesn’t mean I am interested.”

“Did I say you are interested? Why you women always jump to conclusions so fast?”

“Oh! So, first you called me on MY landline number, asking for some toad Raghav, and now you have issues with women. Male chauvinist!”

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“Every female in the world is a feminist, do you have any problem with that?”

“Not at all, I have huge respect for women, and especially such fiery ones.”

“MCP!”

“What is that?”

“Male-chauvinist-pig.”

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“You just verbally abused me, I am laughing at our plight today. You women have everything and are much smarter than your counterparts, but still, women call themselves victims! WOW”

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“Ah ha! fascinating. So how many villages have you been to, for women empowerment?”

“ummm… I am associated with an NGO, and have seen documentaries.”

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“Well, that’s my job.”

“What job?”

“I am running an NGO for tribal women and child care in association with gov’t of India.”

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“hmm…”

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“Well, I am not a teeny-weeny bit of that otherwise my three sisters would mince and eat me as a patty.”

“Three sisters! Wow, lucky I am the only child of my parents.”

“That’s obvious, you sound so bossy!”

“No ways, I am not bossy, just a little ….what do you call it…. less accommodating.”

And the conversation went on and on for several more minutes until they agreed it was a Wrong call that clicked just right!

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The post is written as part of #A2ZChallenge & #BlogchatterA2Z. To read the previous post, please click here. My theme this year is Short Love Stories.

Disclaimer

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Reader discretion is advised.

Copyright

©Dipika Singh. This article is the property of the site’s author. Any unauthorized use or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this site’s author is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links used, provided that full and clear credit is given to Dipika Singh (Gleefulblogger). With the right and specific direction to the original content.

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