Chapter 4 - Sparks Fly

After the collision, all that left to deal with was the aftermath. I didn't know the impact of colliding with the hard muscles could be this brutal.

I never knew a fateful collision with this person would imbalance my life itself.

Looking back now I wonder what would have happened if we could have never collided.

Was it fate or a mere mistake? It's futile to ponder.

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Mere moments ago I was tired and frustrated clutching these stupid bags.

All my shopping bags were scattered on the floor. My phone was lying on the floor like a dead body. Cracked display, back cover and battery scattered far away from my line of sight.

Shit, now I have to repair this phone again! Oh lord rip my bank account.

It was quite a floor show, to be honest.

As I looked around and saw many pairs of eyes zoned in my direction. I have always hated being the centre of attention and especially in an embarrassing situation like this.

Mother earth please open up and swallow me. I saw the one in the jacket stopped still in his track and so did his companions. He has not turned around yet.

If I would not have trapped in high heels then I am sure until now I would have run out of the mall like an athlete practising for the Olympics.

The irony is, actually I was preparing myself to be the best track athlete but that's a story for another day.

I knew about the reactions I was getting from my surroundings being utterly conscious and unsure regarding the reaction I was going to get from the jacket one.

"What the fuck!" someone shouted and if I was not mistaken then it must be from him. Even his words were full of arrogance yet his voice sounded so smooth just like velvet.

And then the person decided to turn and face the culprit which was me.

A scowling man not much older than me decided to fix his hawk-like piercing gaze on me.

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Did I turn mute?

Did I turn deaf??

Did the Earth just stop moving for a second?

Or did my heart skip a beat?

No, I was really not exaggerating. In that mere split second, my body did experience all those sorts of things.

I was very thankful that my eyes were working really fine.

Thank God, for not turning my vision blurry at this moment. My eyes were busy reading his handsome features.

Nope, I think drooling would be the appropriate replacement.

Such a marvellous face, with so intense eyes which were sparkling with deep black dark pools.

his chiseled cheek bones appeared deliciously edible.

Shit ! where did that thought came from?

I wanted to run my fingers over his hair, but then I instantly kicked that thought out of my system.

Ripped jeans, an expensive sunglass tucked in the white v neck shirt at the front, covered ia n black leather jacket, he looked like a rebel among the group of suits.

This guy was breathtakingly handsome and then I realised that I was not breathing. What's wrong with me today?

Fucking everything.

I took a deep breath to fill up my vacant lungs.

"I..I...I am so sorry " I finally managed to kick out some words from my mortified body. He decided to stay silent instead. His gaze scrutinized my appeal. I wished he should at least speak something. I wanted to hear him again. Its a sunny day and the ACs in the mall were also working fine but instead of everything, I realised that I was sweating. I don't know how much time we stand still together, and stared at each other. I was anxiously waiting for his response.

Moments passed and he was still being silent like the calm before the storm.

I was not even speaking anything and the situation was suddenly started getting weirder. So to avoid this awkward situation I bent down and started picking up my bags, very difficultly without any external assistance. I managed to pick the bags from which most are Chris's. While I was searching for my battery I felt a sudden zap of electronic spark course through my body at the contact of my hand being held by someone to give me my battery and back cover.