Urge – Part 1/3

This story is purely fictional. Okay, maybe 80% of it is, but the rest 20 % is dick-tional.

“I think I kinda like you, lets say I'm in luuuve with you,” these words were neither Greek, Latin nor were they anywhere related to Calculus, but they kinda shook him. For a moment he felt numb, he looked to his right and then to is left as if he was Britain's PM watching the Wimbledon final. The only difference was he was taking his own time.

“Phew,” he said as he looked into those eyes. Took a deep breath and remained speechless for a minute. 

“What kinda reaction is that? I like you, is that so difficult to comprehend?”

“No, its not, but the thing is.....”

“What?”

His silence was making her anxious. Her thoughts were running wild. I think he is gonna say no. But no one ever said no to her. I think its a yes. He will definitely say yes. Look at the expression  on his face, it clearly say he loves me, the vibes are true. Aren't they?

“There is a lot you don't know about me.”

“I do know you very well, I mean, at least vertically. Horizontally a lot has to be explored (and she smiled).

We have been together for almost a week now. I think it's time.”

This time she winked as she spread her legs, oopsie, her arms. Stretched towards his hands and as they say nail to nail, finger to finger, she was expressing herself with the mode of communication some say was used by lets say not so evolved humans. And she gently placed her hand over his, pressed it firmly and turned it  over and her thumbs were playing with his hands as if if she has devised the technology to judge a man's character through his hand. (Pls read this line once again, if u wanna know what I meant). 

Ok, let's continue with the conversation....  

“No, I mean, who I was, and my past?

“That doesn't matter, I don't wanna know that. All I care about is that you are my present and I wanna see myself growing old with you. That's all that matters.”

Heard a zillion times, words are mightier than sword but this time, the guy actually broke down into tears. Nah! sounds too exaggerated, a drop of tear tricked down from his eyes. He was completely moved by her words, he continued “Schrodinger is not my real name”

“So, what?”; no wait, WHAT!!

No seriously wait lemme describe the situation first

There is this guy in his late 30s dating a young woman in her late 20's, probably, ya phir uski twacha se uski umar ka pata nahi chalta types :) and it was late in the night. This restaurant was popular for  providing the best dinner experience. It was dark and their faces were illuminated with whatever light was reflected from the candle that was illuminating their table. Sometimes a sudden breeze can make the soft hearted people die, because the candle light flickered every now and then. And as I told it was dark .

Now, the conversation was happening in the ambiance which some feel romantic and to some its just a way to make people eat whatever is cooked.

OK. WHAT !!!

if your name is not Schrodinger, what it is then? The entire world knows you by that name.

Ya, I know but I didn't expected this to happen.

OK, so what is it ? Whats your name?

“Akshay Thakur”              

 And I live in Mumbai, came to Delhi a week back.

“Good Yaar, you told me the truth” you are a genuine guy” But you do work in an advertising agency??

Nah, not exactly. But I do own a production house in Mumbai, we produce TVC's for various advertising agencies and these include big names.

“Arre that's cool” “ see, now I know you even better.”

And in between the dinner was served, whatever the lady ordered was there on that table and the smell  distracted the conversation. Atleast for the lady.

Waiter started serving the dishes but the girl asked him to leave and told “sometimes its not how the food is cooked that matters, its the way it is being served” and “ in life there are few things that  we should handle” and she smiled sheepishly at the guy and winked at him again.

Akshay was little hesitant as the conversation stopped when the waiter came and he again started

“thats not all”

what else you have in store Mr. Producer, I love surprises...And You...

“No, my story hasn't finished yet.”

“Ok. Tell me, m listening.” Some other man at this stage should have been triumphant as this is a rare occasion when a fairer sex is ready to listen and the guy has something to tell. May be its the food or maybe its the answer she has been waiting for.

I don't know if u recall but some 20 years ago there was a gangrape in Delhi, of this girl named Nirbhaya.

No, I don't. must have very small by then and??

I was one of the accused but was freed because I was juvenile when I committed the crime.

For a moment she frooze the italian cuisine suddenly turned spicy, she was sweating, her face became red, and then she said “hahah, u are joking right”

“ No, m not”

“I don't believe you”

He opened his mobile, nd showed her the news article.