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Ryan’s POV 

The drive back home was quite enjoyable than the drive to the club a few hours ago. 

Well there’s two reasons, one is I'm finally going home after having such a long day. The second is, I saw her…..again…in the club.

I’m not a party animal, in fact I don't even entertain the idea of clubbing because I am a person who likes peaceful and calm places, dull or gloomy space to spend my time rather than the loud music and eye piercing sharp lights of clubs and parties. But, being a businessman I am not at the place of avoiding invitations from my investors. 

If it was in my hand, I would never prefer to step into clubs but I had to attend this party as one of my investors insisted that I join the party and I couldn't deny that. 

Sheer irritation building inside me i stepped into club with a smile plastred face, of course the fake smile which i had to maintain through out the bloody party of fucking iinvestor. The madness of peoples in club was adding salt on my wounds. All of them were dancing and drinking as if there’s no tomorrow.i so wished to walk to them and ask each one of them what they are celebrating ? why this much of craziness ? what caused them happiness ? but again whom am i to ask them ? i knew i shouldn’t be judging them, but they looked so freaking happy and carefree that it annoyed me to a point. 

And adding to that, every third person i saw was making out with the person they barely know about. No i’m not jealous, but seeing them having everything that i don’t have…..i felt a little jealous though. 

Those crazy going people in the club had their moment of happiness, all though they might not have any reason for being happy they still were happy, carefree, crazy and too drunk to overthink about anything That could ruin their mood and moment. They were producing some kind of energy that I was jealous of, and later got annoyed because I wasn't able to get that energy.

After excusing myself from the private party which was going on the second floor I made my way towards the corridor hoping for some fresh air and a quiet place to have a moment of calm.

And that’s when i saw her, at first i thought it’s some random teenagers making out but later the scene in front of me looked the opposite to any make out scenes. I was doubtful that the guy was forcing himself on that girl, since it was a little shady and dark. I wasn't sure what was actually happening there, even her moans seemed like a scream. Nevertheless, my gut feelings made me still stand there and offered help if she really needed one. 

But all my doubts were replaced by the firm surety of believing that indeed the guy was forcing himself on her, but that wasn’t the shocking part. 

The shocking part was when I saw that the girl was Jennifer, Jennifer Oberoi.  daughter of  Vyom Oberoi. I’ve heard a lot about him and his company but never thought that one day I'll be working with him. 

For the brand new project of mine, I needed new investors and that’s how Vyom Oberoi happened to be a partner in my new project. Before signing the legal documents of partnership with Oberoi industries I ran a quick background check on him and that way I got to know about Jennifer. 

The same girl, who caught my attention on that rainy day with that red umbrella while she carefreely moved around the streets not bothering about her surroundings. 

I don’t know if it was a coincidence or the deep down wish of mine that again led me to her, tonight. 

It took merely a minute for her to knock out that guy who was misbehaving with her. Watching him writhing in pain, holding his little life in his palms, that guy was shrinking in pure pain. Being a man, I couldn't even imagine the amount of pain he would go through, and I felt uncomfortable to even think of that pain. 

I gulped down the sudden nervousness created inside me. 

But soon the nervousness was replaced by a genuine smile when she walked out from him grabbing me to the bar. Even though I don't drink, watching the drunken Jennifer was all fun. 

She introduced herself, and I did the same as if i’m meeting her for the first time. 

She was quite drunk, and kept blambring about why she kicked him on his balls. She talked a lot and I sat there listening to all her complaints about her ex-Cabir, the guy whose balls she punched a few minutes ago.

I came to know that she had a break up with him two years back and till now she hasn’t committed with anyone because she was more focused on her work and career rather than guys. 

I did nothing but kept nodding my head to whatever she went on talking. She blabbered more about her life, friends and her painful ankle due to the heels she was wearing. I smiled.she felt so right for whatever she was talking about. 

In a couple of minutes I saw her friends coming for her, I straightened my posture and turned around as if she wasn’t talking to me. They took her with them and I turned back and watched her until her figure disappeared in the crowd.  

It was a few minutes that i got with her, but she made it as a memory for me, a  beautiful memory. I would never forget this, ever.  

She looked like a magic, rare and imposible kind of beauty. Her eyes, I'm still finding a way to get out of her soul capturing eyes. Whenever she smiles, her eyes shine and that is the rarest thing i have ever seen till now. Of course she was beautiful but there’s something about her  much more than being beautiful. She was a sight to admire. The boldness she wore was as if it’s her favourite thing ever to wear. Her long wavy hair jingles along with her walk. And her lips moved in perfect sync while she talked . One can sit back and adore her talking all day. And when she smiles, her lips curves into a beautiful heart shape. 

My lips automatically stretched for a smile when I thought about her, glancing at the front mirror, I took the left turn while my eyes were stuck to the roads which seemed empty. The yellow street lights shine in the darkness of night, sliding down the glass of the window and letting the cool breeze come inside. I felt light, my heart felt light unlike other times where I would feel like my heart is carrying some heavy baggage.

Why do I have this new found curiosity of knowing her more ? Is it because she is beautiful ? But isn't every single woman beautiful from birth ? I still remember when my mom used to say  that women are the practical definition of beauty created by god, and one should never doubt the creation of god. So if it’s not her appearance then what is it that keeps my mind occupied with her thoughts ?

Is it an attraction ? I asked myself and instantly regretted asking as I knew that  I can't get attracted to women. I should never otherwise….

Shaking my head in disbelief of what I was thinking, I pushed my thoughts away as I got down from my car, since I reached my mansion. 

Taking off the blazzer I hung that on my right shoulder while I walked inside trying hard to not to think about her because the more I think about her, the more she makes me remember why  I shouldn't think about her. 

Entering inside my huge mansion, I was about to go upstairs but stopped when I found my mother waiting for me, on the hall couch.  

“ Mom, you haven't slept yet ?” I asked her to walk.

Seeing me she smiled gently and stood up “ i was waiting for you “ she said tucking her grey hairs behind the ears. 

“ didn’t I tell you to sleep and not to wait for me ? ``I made her sit on the couch, as I sat on the floor holding her hands into mine. It’s past midnight and I can't believe she was waiting for me, till now. Sometimes, I feel so worthless for the amount of love and affection she is showering on me. 

“ You did say, but I wasn't getting any sleep so I thought to wait for you … “ she trailed off trying to cook up a law which I would not believe anyway. Because I know her better than she knows herself. She didn’t sleep even though I could see her tired eyes which were begging for some sleep. She didn’t sleep because she was worried that i’ll skip my dinner, which I do sometimes…but not mostly. 

“ I had dinner at the  party Mom, don’t worry  I'm not lying this time, “ I assured her, with a convincing smile. 

“ Sure ?” she asked me to raise my eyebrows . These days I can see the decreasing thickness of her eyebrows. Those slight wrinkles in the corner of her eyes are getting lazier, the pale skin of hers says how she is ageing day by day. 

“ Yeah, did you have your dinner ? “ I questioned her, while getting up from the floor and held her hand to help her to get up from the couch. 

She nodded in response and started to walk towards her bedroom while she held my hands as support. 

“ Good night, “ she said with a soulful smile before closing the door of her bedroom, which is in downstrais. 

Sighing heavily I stood at her bedroom door for a few seconds as my head hung low in disappointment. Few seconds passed when I finally moved my legs towards the upstairs to get back to my bedroom. 

I often feel very undeserving of her love and care, but at the same time I still crave for her attention and affection like a kid. I wonder if she would love me the way she is loving me now once she gets to know that it’s only because of me that she doesn’t have her husband beside her at this phase of life. I know she is missing her husband, her companion. 

This is the age when she would sit back and watch the sunset while recalling her whole life. When she would want to rant about her knee pain and hairfalls issues. When she would want to talk about the old times, vintage stuff compared to the present times. There’s a lot that she would want to share with her companion, with her husband whom I snatched away from her. 

 Will  she still love me the same if she gets to know that I am the one who killed her husband ?