An untold love story Part 2

            Sometimes in the middle of nowhere, life blesses you with a fairytale..

     There was something special about that day.. In years, I had unusually woken up to the chirping of the birds. I opened the curtains to let the first rays of the sun enter the room. The air was still thick with fog. My room overlooked the garden which was only separated by only wall from our backyard. 

     The house which was only a wall away was the closest to our house and vacant, like all things in my life. The estate agent had told me when I moved in here, "Here is the house which suits your requirement. Not a soul around. You could die here and not a soul would know for months!". I had muttered, "Perfect".

     The house was magnificent 2 storied and too well furnished. I had often wondered who would invest so much in such a house and not live even a day in it. Something about the house caught my interest. The house looked alive! Yes, the curtains were thickly covering the house today. The garden looked freshly mowed. A little hustle-bustle of servants could be seen. Somebody had arrived!! 

     In one corner of the garden I could see a figure. I went over to the other window to have a closer look. A young girl, dressed in a lavish gown and wearing a hat had taken seat on a wooden bench and was deeply engrossed in a novel. She smiled while still reading.. a pretty picture.. She looked like the queen of flowers that surrounded her. Maybe she sensed my eyes devouring her beauty. She looked up alarmed and I quickly hid myself.. She went back to her dreamworld of books.. 

     The artist in me had been aroused. I quickly snatched my canvas, paintbrushes and positioned myself close to the window. She became my muse.. my inspiration which I needed. 

      

It was close to noon when she went inside the house. I waited fervently every single morning for her to start her reading so that I could capture her well. It took me 5 days to make a picture of her and that till date is my best work..

     Even though I was done with my painting, watching her read became my favorite activity. I would while away half of my day looking at her. Who was this girl? What was she doing here? The question about her haunted me. I was truly enchanted by her beauty. 

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Rhea knew where the painting would be.. She had never known he was watching her.. She had been believing all these years that she was the one who was first drawn to him.. 

     For the first time since we had shifted, the door bell rang. I was irritated by this intrusion.I took it on  myself to see that whoever it was, would never return back. I open the door ready to snarl at the intruder. 

   "What the hell do you want?" I had mouthed the words before even having a look at who was standing at the door. 

    It was HER. She looked like she walked straight out of my painting. I was proud of her! She resembled all the intricate details I had done of her sketch. 

    A delicate sharp nose, a high cheekbone but not a hint of arrogance, bright hazel brown eyes that took in everything they saw, tender lips and flowing tresses. Her face was captivatingly attractive. Her eyebrows arched in perfect symmetry. She was wearing a loose dress but it did not hide the hints of that slender figure, those long legs. I stole my eyes lest they meander on unknown paths.

    "I m sorry. One of my cats might have come into your compound by mistake. I cannot find him. Will you please help me?"

     She was nervous and I was more than that. If she came in and saw the painting!! The thought was enough to chill me. 

     " Shouldn't you teach your cats some manners? I m sorry lady, I cannot waste my time looking for your stupid cat. Anthony uncle will help you when he returns. Now please leave me alone."

      She looked heartbroken and yet her eyes kept searching her cat. She must have loved it a lot.. I hated cats. 

      I closed the door shut, my heart finally returning the pulse back to normal. I watched her silently from the living room. She walked back.. as if wiping a tear.. Something inside me hurt.. Man! This was new!!

(to be continued)

An untold love story

                  "Ishq hota nahi sabhi k liye... ishq hota nahi sabhi k liye..

                   ye bana hai.. ye bana hai..kisi kisi k liye..."

  

       A car drove into the lonely pathway leading to Springfield villa. The house wore its usual calm appearance. A few eyes peeped from their windows across the house. In this small town nothing remained a secret. They saw a lady get down from the Santro. She signalled the chauffeur to leave. The woman looked well into her forties. Her hair neatly clubbed into a high bun. Her eyegear not giving a hint of the nostalgic tears  on the verge of breaking out. Her scarlet red colored lips gave a little quiver and she quickly bit them. She looked around and saw a few curtains closing tight. Perhaps the town was on its toes to know the best kept secret of their surrounding. 

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As she entered the compound, subconciously she was the 16 year old who first entered this villa. She felt the same nervousness and same doubts as she was now sensing to build up in her. She knocked the bell at the door. It was still the same.. There was no electric bell yet.. It felt like she was entering some temple..

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She rang the bell. She almost thought a young, arrogant bastard with deep brown eyes would yell back at her, "What the hell are you doing here?" and she would look like a complete idiot staring hard at this handsome lad. He looked straight out of the mills and boons that she had grown up reading.. But that was 25 years ago..

The door took time to open. A tired pair of eyes peeped out. A smile reached her eyes when she saw that familiar face. He must be now about 60 years old but Anthony uncle still looked the same benevolent figure she had come to like.  

"Do you recognise me Anthony uncle?" she asked lovingly.

He strained his eyes. She took out her eyegear and it took him less than a second to call out,

"Rhea beta! So unexpected to see you! Where were you all these years? Did you forget me?" his eyes moistened.

"No Uncle, I didn't forget you even for a moment.. I missed the muffins you made almost every day.." she smiled.

"Come in my child.. Baba has gone to the market. You make yourself comfortable while I get started to make you your favorite muffins." 

She entered inside the house that she once thought she will live forever in.. How naive that dream had been! 

Everything looked the same.. untouched by time.. She filled her heart with the sight of this place.. She ran her fingers through the paintings.. 

Tears brimmed her eyes and she couldn't hold them back now.. 

Anthony uncle brought her a glass of juice. He had been crying as well, she could tell that. 

"Rhea beta, come with me."

Rhea entered the room behind uncle. The room which held ghosts of her dreams now. The room which saw her ecstatic union with her love.. The  room which heard their laughter, their tears, their anger.. The room was still the same.. White colored with no hint of any other color. She had once decorated this room with flowers of every color possible.. that day when she had given him everything of herself..

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Anthony uncle opened the drawer.. The only black drawer in that room to reveal a book... 

"You need to read this Rhea..baba wrote this.. He will never show you this.. Read it before he comes.." 

She wondered "Can he write?" .. What could this possibly be about? He hated to read love stories or watch love stories then why write one? Who could it be about? Why should she read? He had been so fiercely protective about his personal space.. He would probably strangulate her if she invaded his privacy this way.. She had always been terrified of his anger.. 

She decided she won't read it no matter how compelling she found it.. 

She had become oblivious to Anthony uncle who left with a faint smile, as she was turning the pages..

The first page read,

Between you and me.. An untold love story...

To be continued.