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Just a discreet introspection of Vikram.
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He took a deep breath and slumped on the chair.
Ketan's words kept replaying in his mind...
You are in love with Shobha!
A myriad of emotions flushed over him.
Those words of ketan, they sounded so.. Difficult.
Why did he say that? He knew every minute thing about my past, yet...
He had encountered a very bothersome circumstance. It had broken him, shattered him. After an ardous childhood and years of lonliness, he had come up to trust this woman. Why he loved her? No. When he thought about it now, he knew. His mind was biased and he readily connected to her story of being lonely. Just like him. The only woman he had ever trusted. Such a facade she created, even him, he got trapped and plunged so deep that nothing could pull him out. He lost himself more in isolation and seclusion.
For the first time in his life he realised , he had been wrong. Wrong in trusting people. Wrong in trusting that woman. He had actualized his folly late, too late to ameliorate it. The scar had deepened and nothing could change anything. That woman destroyed the very foundation he had been trying to save.
He had loved her with all her heart. He was sure he had found someone who would understand him, always.. Still in that one moment, she killed that love, trust in him. Forever. He was just a mere pastime for her. It was such a powerful shock for him. His opinions about certain matters changed drastically. After this incident, he vowed, he would never trust women again, in fact detest them. Love was a feeling he was never going to experience again.
But then, Is it so easy to fall in love again?
He was confused now.
Shobha came into my life, was it a coincidence? Really?
When he thought about it, everytime she'd be there. She became his secretary. It was a miracle, wasn't it? She herself had enough adverse circumstances, yet she took all his shoutings, sarcasm, nasty words, comments in a stride.
She stayed strong for her little kids, even when he could see her crumbling from inside. The determination and courage he saw in her eyes, made him notice her.Brutally honest and straightforward.
Never once did she cry or feel convulsed when mocked about her husband's character.
Why am I affected by Shobha?
He had become accustomed to her presence around him, all the time. She'd be there, running round the clock, managing clients, meetings and most imporantly tolerating him.
Glad he was, to make her smile during the worst days of her life. When he himself couldn't laugh from his heart all these years.
It was all because of her, he was now smiling, grinning more often.
Her existance around him had caused some ripples which were now creating waves in his life.
She is different... Yes she is...
Her opinions and comments mattered. For every little thing, he'd call her. With Shobha around, he felt comfortable, at ease. No formalities and no fake locution. He could be himself.
Surprisingly, he felt attached to Jiya and Rehaan. Why so?
Seeing the mess she is in, I want to go and assist her, support her.
She has already suffered much, now no more.
He opened his laptop.
But why am I fretting? She can take care of herself, can't she?
Can she?
Vikram dropped his head on the table.
"Oh God! Why am I worried? "
Shobha, I know you'll be awake, I wonder what you are thinking right now...
Did I just think that?
Damn!
Ketan's words had left him bewildered and confused. What the hell did he mean exactly? Is it wrong to care for her? As an employee? She is just an employee for me?
Is she? Or someone more important..
I am going to kill you Ketan! So troublesome... And what was with his smirk? He is going to be so dead! How could you expect me to fall in love again? How could you?
He got up and walked over to the huge glass panels overlooking the sleepy Delhi skyline. Folding his hands, he gazed at the night sky, twinkling with stars.
He pondered over his words. He wanted to agree and accept the truth, yet his mind kept denying, fabricating excuses.
Caring, worrying, admiring someone..
Is this love?
Am I already in love with Shobha?
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