I found a cozy corner with a bulky sofa. I made
myself comfortable and placed my cup on the wooden coffee table in the front
and started flipping the pages of the book: ‘Pride and prejudice’, then ‘Emma’,
then ‘Wuthering heights’. I couldn’t decide on one story. My concentration
couldn’t centre itself on one title. Maybe I had less time to spare here and I
didn’t want to engross myself so much that I lost the track of time and got too
late for home. My hands kept stroking the crème pages. They kept flipping from
right to left and then back fumbling under my fingers. It was so uneasily
silent that the sound of the flipping leaflets was more than audible to my
ears. I decided to look for some other book and moved my limbs to rise.
Suddenly a book slammed on the table in front
of me. I looked up to see who was there, and my eyes met the set of beautiful
deep gray eyes. I could never get used to this beautiful heavenly face that stood
a few paces away from me. He smiled divinely and covered a couple of steps
between us.
“Classics are not your type. You would love to
read this book instead.” His gentle, melodious voice spoke to me.
I was too stunned to react. I kept staring at
his beautiful face for a while, till I jerked myself back to the reality and closed
my eyes to at least cut the connection I helplessly felt that drew me
magnetically towards him. I took a deep breath to compose myself. He was the
same man! I held myself from panicking or at least fainting, but that was
creepy. What was he doing here? Was he following me? And what he meant by my
choices?
“I’m totally surprised at your knowledge on my
preferences. But sorry to disappoint you, I love classics.” I spoke bravely, keeping
my eyes away from his face.
I knew if I looked at his face directly, I
would end up stammering nervously. I didn’t know why but he made me nervous.
His presence gave out a strange feeling in me, my body strangely responded to
each of his gestures as if he controlled my mind. My heart started racing like
a wild horse and I noisily breathed that embarrassed me more. I thought he must
be amused at my childishness.
“Mm, I see. But I’m confident you would love
this book. Classics bore you. Self improvement manuals bore you more.” He said in
certain but a bemused tone.
“How come you are so confident about it?” I
said a little irritated.
“Just read the title first and then you are
free to debate.” I could hear the tone of confidence in his soft, whispering voice.
I sighed and looked down at the table, where
the other book was kept. It was a medium sized, thick book, antique looking
with a brown colored cover. Its title was written in bold golden ornamented
alphabets, and it read:
‘THE STRANGE SUPERNATURAL LOVE STORIES.’
I opened my mouth in astonishment. I had read
many books similar to this, when I was young. Such stories always fascinated me
to the core. Nature’s such strange and unfolded mysteries when fell for the
common species, what consequences they bore and how did the two worlds meet,
rose my curiosity whenever I got my eyes on it. I somehow managed to hide my
interest in the book. This guy could not be so accurate in this! Even Alec
could have never guessed my preferences so perfectly.
“Where did you find this? It looks creepy. I
don’t want to end up having nightmares when I sleep.” I tried to conceal my
interest. Good attempt. That was smart enough. I should certainly not give him
any clue about me. He stepped closer and covered the remaining distance between
us and whispered.
“I
can easily take care of that.” He smiled crookedly. The deep dents on his cheek
grew prominent, taking my breath away. Oh I wished so much to touch those deep
dimples on his smooth glowing skin. His face was just a few inches away from
mine and I could see his flawless features much precisely.
i loved it!
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