RaYa FF - Eternal Shades Of Love Part 3

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Chapter  3 Bangalore



Bangalore always stupefied my  senses with its architecture ,the Contemporary design happly co- inhabiting with ethical splendours. The style enriched the sky limits off Banglore. Designs and standard of construction Bangalore equalled the best in the world somehow left all other  cities  far  behind in its sense of style and old world charm. Young and old mixed well , like whisky and soda  in  one busiest cities of  South India, but at time same time maintained  it captivating  elegance.Today  was going to be very  important for me I am going to meet “PRIYA “

She works  as  lecturer as BMS  School of  Architecture, Yelahanka, Bangalore. This time I am not going to miss my chance of meeting her ,  I will not allow luck and fate to it  take away.



 I  was so  very eager to meet if I could fly I really would have but  Bangalore and its nemesis  “TRAFFIC” were  slowing  my progress to my destination.




Vikram and Neha have sms-ed million times asking where I was with who I was… and I am fed of answering where I am

Then I finally reached BMSS Architecture.

 There was some sort fest  happening… today of all days this as to happen… it felt  like whole of  Bangalore was here  at this very campus.. how the hell  Am I   going to find her here, in this  mayhem.

Pushed and Jostled my way through  the crowd asking round  for lecturer named Priya  Sharma, Each one gave   me different direction to search for ., I must have  walked around the campus 3 times I was still not able to find her..

 I was fast losing hoping of finding  her today, I left  a message with the peon giving my number and   one 500 rupee note  to ensure that  he gives the number to her.

Got into my car , Slowly tagged out of the campus…  then  I saw her. She was standing on the other side of the road obviously waiting for an auto..  but  she looked beautifully. I couldn’t  take my eyes off her

She was  wearing  pink cotton saree  hair let loose , two little silver jhumka adoring her perfect ears, simple kohl  underline beautiful  eyes,but the eyebrows marred with frown impatience’s.

I asked my driver to park the car   just 50 meters before, where  she was standing . I got  down from my car, removed my coat  left it  in the car .. walked towards her.



Hello   , I said ..She looked at me for minute ..  and  I said  hello my name Is Ram Kapoor,She  looked  at me and smiled  “I know I remember  “she said





Priya:



He was standing in front of my eyes.. I couldn’t believe it … His was standing so close I could smell cologne.  He was plain white shirt , grey pin stripped  formal pants. He was so handsome .His smile wrecked my heart. My heart fluttered, breathe left me.  I never knew  he was so tall  he was extending  arm too  shake my hand , I didn’t want to  give my hand ,  for the fear  he would  see them trembling. Yes, I was nervous , this is my man who has  filled dreams for past 11 years.. how can I forgot him…

  Past 11 years since day I saw him on the bus stand .  after that  He never left my dreams, in every dreams   of  mine he lived. But  when I never ever saw him again …. Then I made myself to believe it was just a figment of my fertileimagination... that such a man never existed



And  then, when I saw him on the pavement of Mauritius struggling for his life. For minute  I was stunned, I couldn’t believe that  this  man actually existed, but  then galvanised into action .I complete  forgot that I was with that jerk Rajat Kapoor, I actually  I really don’t  know where he appeared from… He just stuck on to me like leach..   I was escaping from him   when  saw ram on the pavement ,, I shook myself out of  my stupor . Made Rajat call the ambulance,  took  ram to  hospital.

 I didn’t even know his name till I saw wallet with credit cards, Since I saw him stepping out of the Sea food restaurant , I could  tell the doctors that he had seafood for dinner.



I waited  for him from to wake up, but Rajat started acting like jerk.. I knew I couldn’t stay there any more without causing a scene .  When I saw his friend arrive ,I left , hoping I  would meet him again.



And now here he was  standing  before  me , flesh and blood  the  man of my dream .



Before I could stretch my hand to shake he had already withdrew his hand and put into his pocket. I lost my chance actually touching him, making sure that he really standing before me , that  he not once again  a part  of my  imagination.



How are you I asked?   .



I am fine , Thanks to you that I am  alive and kicking   he assured me



So  , you remember me ? I asked



Off course that is  the only thing I remember, before fell unconscious, Thanks for saving life, you needn’t have to



But how could I not do something when I saw on the pavement struggling for life



He raised is eyebrow puzzled by my outburst..I immediately realised my folly corrected myself, how can I  see another human being  struggling for life and  not help ,, I would have done this for anybody



But how are you here ? I asked



I came here for some personal work, to Bangalore… just saw  you standing on the road, got down to thank you



So nice of you , there is no need , it just my duty



Priya ,  he cut me  Before I could continue



I was surprised He knew my name



Seeing my surprise , he answered , I got  to know your  name from your boyfriend  Rajat Kapoor



I grimaced hearing his name from Ram, he is not  even my  friend, leave alone boyfriend.. I just Somebody I met at the party..   I donot even know him that well to call him  as friend I said



Ram  Oh Okay, He told me  your name is Priya Sharma.



Priya, If can call you that would you like have a cup of coffee with me,,, Just want to say thank you.. It not compulsion but , a request. I have my car  waiting , It  just  for half hour , I will drop you back where  ever you want ..least I could do  for you



I wanted To say yes immediately but,  didn’t know  what he  may  think of me …  that I would go with any  man…  But  I wanted to go with him , to talk to him,  to know him.I wanted   know if he really  was the man  of my dreams. I needed tell yes without sounding desperate



I opened my mouth ,



He immediately   said  don’t refuse please it just  coffee,  what can happen  over cup of coffee  And I agreed .



 His Black BMW appeared from  nowhere the chauffer got down, before he could  open the  door for me Ram opened the door for me , I sat  down  in the plush car, He came around sat next to me



He immediately instructed to driver to café near Kappan park ..



We entered the café, Ram ordered a cappuccino ,   I ordered a Latte ..  Then   he ordered some sandwiches.. and asked If   I want anything. I was too nervous to eat. I refused.



We were given the corner seat.  Ram started asking about me what I do.  I usually never  talk to  anybody so much in the first meeting .It takes time for  to me warm up  and start making a conversation but  with Ram   I felt so  comfortable   .  I felt  I could  talk anything under the sun , he would listen and understand. Which was very rare  between two unknown individual who have just met for the first time. I felt so contacted with him  that    even if I was silent  I knew  he  would know  I was thinking,



Ram   talked about his childhood his family, his  struggle   as businessman to reach this level of success   and his  two close friends Neha  and Vikram.   I understood something like me he valued   his  family  a lot .For him also family   was most  important part of his life.  I could  really appreciated his love  and devotion towards his family. Basically  ram and me were very similar .One thing which we very different was he was a foodie loved non veg food  and I have always been picky eater  vder strict vegetarian . And he really  , really could eat, by now he had  cobbled both the plates of Club sandwiches and I was still drinking my latte



Ram then asked if I would want to go for a walk with him across the road in kappan park.,  It was  4 in the evening  it was  2 hours since both of us started talking,  I knew we could no longer sit in the café,,  already waiters were giving us funny looks. And most importantly I wanted to be with Ram as long as I can.I want to relish this bond , as long as I can because  I don’t know  what  or whether he will  ever feel anything for me .i need to  savour very feeling to last a lifetime.



We slowly walked  around the park enjoying sunshine, and cool evening breeze, October in Bangalore one of the  beautiful , We nothing new  to talk now  we had  shared   very thing  that   had happened in life , . No longer conversation were required ,  word were no longer needed to  build  these conversation , we just  knew …



 Ram and me sat  near  the pond looking   at ripples it formed, we are at  peace.But my  heart was  still fluttering   with this nearness..



I picked the  a stone to hide my sudden sense of restlessness,   must have picked it  in wrong way  in my nervousness , it cut my  hand   , the cut caused bleeding,  the sudden pain caused me to yelp.



Ram reacted,   what happened he asked , as soon as he saw my  cut,  he cursed ,  removed ishandkerchief to tie, the minute he caught my hand , I knew  we  connected, a tingle passed through me





RAM





Ram?" my name was a mere whisper on her lips, her eyes were quite adorably blinking and befuddled, and how was it I 'd never noticed what an intriguing shade of brown they were? Almost light  brownnear the pupil. I'd never seen anything like it, and yet it wasn't as if I hadn't seen her a hundred times before.


I stood--suddenly, drunkenly. Best if we weren't quite on the same latitude. Harder to see her eyes from up here.

She stood, too.



Damn it.


"Ram?" she asked, her voice barely audible. "Could I ask you a favor?"


Call it male intuition, call it insanity, but a very insistent voice inside of me was screaming that whatever she wanted had to be a very bad idea.



I was, however, an idiot. I had to be, because I felt my lips part and then I heard a voice that sounded an awful lot like my own say, "Of course."


Her lips puckered, and for a moment I thought she was trying to kiss me, but then I realized that she was just bringing them together to form a word.


"Would--"


Just a word. Nothing but a word beginning with W. W always looked like a kiss.


"Would you kiss me?"



And then Priya  did the one thing that could break my resolve in an instant. She looked up at me, deeply into my eyes, and uttered one, simple word.


"Please."



I  was lost. There was something heartbreaking in the way she was gazing at me, as if she might die if I didn't kiss her. Not from heartbreak, not from embarrassment--it was almost as if she needed me  for nourishment, to feed her soul, to fill her heart.


And I couldn't remember anyone else ever needing me with such fervor.



It humbled me. Because I also needed  her so much


It made  me want her with an intensity that nearly buckled my knees. I looked at her, and somehow I didn't see the woman I'd seen so many times before. She was different. She glowed. She was a siren, a goddess, and I wondered how on earth no one had ever noticed this before.


"Ram?" she whispered. I took a step forward--barely a half a foot, but it was close enough so that when I touched her chin and tipped her face up, her lips were mere inches from mine



Our  breath mingled, and the air grew hot and heavy. Priya  was trembling--I could feel that under my fingers-- but I wasn't so sure that I  wasn't trembling, too.



.As I closed the bare distance between us, I realized that there were no words that could capture the intensity of the moment


No words for the passion. No words for the need.No words for the sheer epiphany of the moment.


And so, on an otherwise unremarkable Friday afternoon, in the heart of Bangalore, in a quiet  kabban park t, Ram Kapoor  kissed Priya Sharma  .


And it was glorious.


My  lips touched hers softly at first, not because I was trying to be gentle, although if I'd had the presence of mind to think about such things, it probably would have occurred to me that this was her first kiss, and it ought to be reverent and beautiful and all the things a girl dreams about as she's lying in bed at night.


But in all truth, none of that was on My's mind. In fact, I was thinking of quite little. My kiss was soft and gentle because I was still so surprised that I was kissing her.I'd known her for years, had never even thought about touching my lips to hers. And now I couldn't have let her go if the fires of hell were licking my  toes. I could barely believe what I was doing--or that I wanted to do it so damned much.


It wasn't the sort of a kiss one initiates because one is overcome with passion or emotion or anger or desire. It was a slower thing, a learning experience—for  me just as much as for Priya.


And I was learning that everything I thought I'd known about kissing was rubbish.


This was a kiss.


There was something in the friction, the way I could hear and feel her breath at the same time. Something in the way she held perfectly still, and yet I could feel her heart pounding through her skin.


There was something in the fact that I knew it was her.This was more than a kiss.it was love



I Couldn’t continue,,,  this was a public place

 I pulled myself  from her, Priya   No No .. we can’t do this , here let’s leave



Please come , I pulled her  with  me , called the car.. I don’t know what  priya was feeling , I was sure  I have no longer control over my sense…  . I don’t know how it happened ,,, But felt so so good, so right , she  was with me.. after today she will be always be with me…



Priya listen !! , I am going to hotel. first   I can’t do this  ….  I need to figure the right way to do this  so now, I want you go home,  I will come pick you up at 9 pm  , , I don’t want you rush into anything without  giving some thought I don’t want you to regret it later this will give us some think then we will discuss , please priya do you understand  what I am telling you



She just nodded her head…



I dropped her at home, went back to the hotel..



 I sent driver away…. got things organised for dinner, Got ready   for  the  most important dinner  date  of my life .



I drove   to  her home, with help of my  map navigator.. I reached her apartment in Jay nagar



 I rang the  bell,  nobody answered, kept ringing the bell . still nobody answered.. then women from neighbouring stepped out  from the house. She said are you MR Kapoor?



Yes I said, Priya has left .. she said  that she will not coming back again .. She asked me to hand over this letter to you…



Priya ‘Left  what happening  just two hours back everything was alright … what the hell?



Letter said



Dear  Mr Kapoor



 Sorry for what happened in the park, It shouldn’t have happened and it  never will.. I know  now  we are not  right for each other.. Sorry!! Please accept my apologies  if  I said  or done anything which hurt your sentiments . Believe me when I say   It shouldn’t have happen  I am really really sorry



Priya



What hurt  sentiments ,  what about my heart?/ where hell is she ?


Author




Priya RamKumar