The Media Circle-Scene 2

She left the party very soon after this. And in hurry she forgot to inform her father with whom she came. So we was alone with her Beetle car when suddenly, when she was near Noida from where she was returning, she had flat tyre and then she tried to change the tyre which was very difficult seeing that she was wearing a floor length kurta plus the cold breeze of Delhi was making her shiver due to sleeveless arms. And her car didn’t worked .Just then some guys stopped from their looks only, she could tell that they were from filthy rich families and yet they had no sense of dignity as they were leering at her. And they tried to come close to her so she tried to run away. But her bad luck that her heel broke and she stumbled in the road and they dragged her to one of desolated building and were into tearing her dress from places. When she heard a car screeching over there and she saw the person whom she wanted to be there for her, her Shankar. 

He had seen her leaving the party with a hurry and no security which isn’t very nice option considered late nights in city like Delhi. So he did his farewells and left with two pairs of eyes seeing this. They knew now there are no worries but just then he got a bit late due to all of this and when saw Priyashi’s car there in deserted road and with her no traces, he tried to locate her and heard faint screaming from a desolated place. And seeing his love struggling with many guys made him feel what he had doomed. But he decided to fight for her love and just then he called his guards in who attacked the boys and took them away. He then moved to Priyashi to find that her dress has been torn from many places and she is still in the trauma of that attack. He neared himself and told everybody to leave them alone; he tugged his sweater out and gave to her. That day he was wearing beige pants with cream silk shirt and black turtleneck sweater. She quietly slid it over her dress making it cover all of that and they sat in one of the cars, for the whole time he kept consoling her with silent support  which stopped in front of a high rise building which she recognized as his home.  They just entered the lift. He got in after her, and she noticed that he pressed the button for the top floor."The penthouse apartment?"

He didn't reply, merely keeping her close as the lift opened to reveal a lobby with a door at one end. He unlocked the door, and gestured for her to precede him. She saw the chrome and marble interiors of a duplex penthouse, and her suspicions regarding his playboy lifestyle were confirmed when she realized that this was a bachelor-pad. He seemed to read her thoughts, and laughed.

"You can change the interiors if you don't like them." Then said “This is the guest room having some clothes.” Entering the room she saw a photograph that had been there for years. A photograph that showed her an image of a couple dancing, lost in each other, oblivious to everything else .She closed her eyes again as the memories came back. A love that had defied all odds, a marriage that was perfection...

She opened her eyes abruptly. That was the reason, wasn't it? The fear stemmed from the fact that his eyes promised the same. She got lost into his marriage proposal he gave just few days ago.

"I'm never going to marry someone like you! Not for anything!"

"Someone like me? What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"You know very well what I mean. You are a well-known playboy, and women have been nothing but an amusement to you!"

"I told you before; you are a fool if you blindly believe all the rumours about me. And may I remind you, you aren't perfect either! I don't even know why I'm wasting my time pursuing an ice-queen!"

"Then don't! Why would you want to marry me, if you think that about me?"

"I don't know, dammit!”