4. Goodbye

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I curled my hands into fist to stop them from shaking. How could it be possible? I didn't know my bad luck could be this bad. I looked up at him with barely controlled anger and managed to walk to the single seat sofa rather than stomping on the floor. Oh, I know how I controlled that urge.

"Well, your résumé?" He asked with a twisted smile, without saying anything to him I dug into Natasha's purse and took out the file that has my documents. I slid the file toward him on the table. This time he didn't say anything, just quietly opened the file. As he scanned it, his expression remained same except the slightest raising of his eyebrows, here and there. I knew what was he seeing. I've many certificates of participation in different activities, seminars and projects that I've done in my college. I was a fresher but not completely inexperienced.

"Except your résumé everything seems to be here. And I suppose coming for interview needs a resume." He said, raising that damn perfect eyebrow.

I scowled up at him, "It was in there."

"It isn't.”

"Let me check." I held out my hand. But he dismissed me as if I am a child asking for a candy, and I’d had enough of it. "You know what, keep the job. I don't want it."

I started to get up from the sofa but he quickly grabbed my hand by the wrist. I jerked back from the contact, it was like thousands watt of current has been passed through me from that single touch. Looking up at him, I found him staring at our hands with that similar look of confusion on his face but then he shook his head as if dispersing that thought and said, "Sit."

“I don’t want to.” I retorted back at him.

His eyes darkened, as he came closer. “Too bad, Miss Kapoor, but I want you to.”

I huffed out a breath as I sat again in front of him, my hand still tingling from the contact and my mind saying all the nasty things I could to him.

"See, you were quite late for the interview—" When I started to talk, to tell him that it was his fault that I was late, he held up a hand and continued, "So, Arjun had already selected the candidate for advertising manager but I've a counter offer for you."

"I don't want any offer and especially not from you."

"Think about it, this is my newly established business. I need a staff, more accurately, I need a personal assistant. Let me finish." Apparently he knew I was not gonna jump on that offer as he held up his hand once again shutting me up. I glared at him and watched as his eyes glinted. He said, "I need to promote my company and need new ideas, from the certificates of yours I gathered you are capable of handling those things. And with the pretty face like yours I wouldn't be needing to find dates for all the parties I would attend for the company."

"Thank-you, I'll reject." I stood up ready to walk out from there, I knew it was a bad idea. I shouldn’t even have come here. Since the moment I have seen his face, my day has been slowly going to lowest levels of hell.

"Your purse..”

Yes of course. Purse. That big offending thing. I quickly snatched it from the table and turned toward the door and evidently my bad luck was not over yet. Because that damn thing was unzipped and all the offending contents that Natasha carried in there spilled out of it. With a curse I crouched down on my knees to collect them.

Lipstick. Lip gloss. Eyeliner. Goggles. Oh god not this, I closed my eyes, praying to God to make it disappear but it didn't. Sanitary napkins. I muttered to myself and snatched and quickly dropped it into the purse that was when I heard barely controlled chuckle. Ok. It was too much to ask for that he hadn't seen it. This time when I stood up I didn't look at him, I just walked to the door and opened it.

Well, I tried to open it but there was a large hand beside my head and then rather than hearing it I felt his words, "You forgot something."

I so slowly turned to look at the thing he was holding and stopped breathing. Oh, mother earth, please open up and swallow me. This would be the right time to do so. Or rather, where are those rumored asteroids that was going to wipe half the world!

He was holding the packets of condoms. I looked up at him thinking that there will be something teasing, wicked or laughter in his eyes but they were cold like he had seen or heard something bad, and the weirdness of that moment was that I wanted to comfort him.

“Do you have a boyfriend? He asked, his jaw tight.

“No. I don’t.” I answered, quietly, almost whispering.

I leaned toward him, unconscious of my actions, and there was only a breath's distance between his and my lips, I heard a whimper and realised a little late that was me 'cause next words were his, "Shît."

And then I swear I felt the earth stopping on its axis. It stopped spinning, it stopped rotating. It stopped. Everything stopped. My breathing. My heart. My whole world. When his lips settled on mine and they were like a cool, soft breeze for which sometimes I go for, on the beach.

He interrupted all my thoughts as he pushed me against the door his hands intertwined with mine by my side, I gasped at the sudden movement and the force by which he pushed me and crowded me, dominating my space with his presence. His lips and his tongue seemed to take me hostage. His tongue dived into my mouth as if waiting for an opening and hesitantly, without meaning to, my tongue joined his, slowly exploring the kiss.

He looked up at me with those dark clouds, "You are beautiful." And I believed him, in that moment I was pretty sure I would've believed if he'd said that the sun was square. "Cancel your plans before I cancel them for you," he murmured close to my ear.

Before I could reply to him or process what he was talking about he bit my earlobe and so slowly dragged his lips from there to my jaw then again settled on my lips, this time biting them, sucking them as if they were his favorite candy. The moment was broken as a knock sounded behind me. I quickly stepped away from him and the door, as the person on the other side of the door entered.

"Ryan, I've been calling. What are..." Mr. Bollywood stopped speaking as soon as his eyes landed on me. He whistled and I blushed. Damn me. Something was definitely wrong with me, today.

This man had insulted me so many times since the morning and now, he just kissed me without my permission. I glanced in his direction, he was scowling at his friend and Mr. Bollywood was busy in smiling up at me.

Done with their games as if I was their puppet to play with I walked to the man who just few minutes ago pinned me to the door and kissed the hell out of me and I loved every second of it. I didn't know on whom I was angry more, him or me.

"Listen, I—" he didn't get to finish the sentence as I slapped him hard.

Oh boy, I didn't mean to. I was just going to say something bad but clearly I have gone all sorts of mad today. But quickly I controlled my fear and said, "That's for the two stupid things you did to me today. Goodbye."

And thank God for small favors I didn't collapse on my shaky legs in his hotel room as I made my way out of it and quickly disappeared in the elevator.

I closed my eyes, briefly remembering the way how his lips had felt on mine. I never wanted to meet him again that was why I had said goodbye. But I knew it was just a matter of time before he finds me again, ( because I did something that I shouldn't have if I didn’t want him to come after me) as I've something of him and from the little time I've known him, I knew he'll come for it even it's just a piece of cloth. I smiled at the thought that he even remembered.

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A. Gupta

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