Many of you have been asking what has been keeping me busy for the past few months. Well I am busy working on my Debut Novel! Damn! I said it I don’t know when the procrastinator in me wheedled me to writing something before its too late so here i am going to share an “Unedited little extract from Better late than never”. I won’t go into details of the story because I ain’t even done with the first draft yet so tadda it’s here.!Hope you all enjoy !
“You are late today,” Titling my head, I asked Salman. I had finished half of the track already when his branded cologne smell wheedled my senses. His gray track suit was my favorite-the one was wearing now.
“Yeah,” he sighed looking somewhat perplexed, “You are in an awfully cheering mood. You completed the track really quick today. No breaks or serenity sessions today?”
“Yeah! No break todays. Kuddos to the good weekend that made me so good in spirits.” I said with a smile remembering that how much I had to beg mom to go with dad for an ice-cream last night after promising them that I will take care of Safi. Mom was reluctant but dad’s persuasion was enough for her to go.
Snapping his fingers in front of my face, Salman got me out of my real reverie again. “You are lost in weekend blues already? Was it really that good?” he asked with amusement lurking over his face.
“Yeah few exceptions,” I snorted, “It ended on a good note though…”
“Likewise,” he told me with a heavy sigh, “By the by good for you.”
“Thanks,” I gazed at him twitching his lips again. “Is something bothering you.”
“Is it that obvious?” his eyes narrowed in question. His vague answer earned him a frown from me.
“What?” he said slightly raising his eyebrows, “Is something wrong?”
“You need to tell me that,” I replied in as matter of fact tone.
Shrugging of his shoulders in denial he looked at me curiously. “Nothing’s wrong. You are just fretting you know.” Titling his head to the other side he answered without even gazing at me.
I couldn’t keep my exasperation to myself so I vented out, “Well for the record you shouldn’t have made such a jittery face? Deep inside aren’t you itchy to tell me? Scolding him, I added, “You are concealing your expressions as if I wouldn’t know. Well stop this cat and mouse chase and tell me what are you bottling up inside.”
“Why do you always get mad in like just neon seconds?” Snapping his fingers he said gently.
“Because you always beat about the bush instead of coming to the point.”
His roguish smile was back again gazing at me in bewilderment, “You don’t even know how to scold properly? Ever seen your face while scolding? It looks a cute puffy face with dangling cheeks that glow like blush red that can easily burst in flames when you let the intruding frowns have them their way.”
Trying to get my bitch face back again inside of blush at his absurd remark I guffawed, “That’s the most lame metaphoric description I have ever got. Where does all of this come from?”
“Well that’s courtesy of my brain,” he took a bow and added, “At least you aren’t Hitler’s wife anymore,” He smirked trying to digress the conversation going around him.
“Stop digressing okay?” I exclaimed. “You shouldn’t have vaguely shown the disdain from the weekend. I am a psychology student so I know enough to read through your face.”
Looking impressed he answered, “Prey tell me what did you deduce?”
“I deduced that your coming late here shows that something kept you busy at home. Maybe it would have been a good thing but it isn’t because your face or your dilating pupils show that you are somehow stressed or anxious. You halfhearted smiles are showing that you are tired to the core and you need to take your beauty sleep before coming here with eye bags on under your skin. Last but not the least you do look disheveled.”
Damn! I shouldn’t have uttered his disheveled look. That always reminded me of his signature over grown stubble that always was worth drooling for Nonetheless, I needed him to know my unfiltered observation this time. Maybe that might help him somehow. His complexion had turned wheatish like me coz of the scorch sun but that didn’t make him less intriguing. Nudging myself I slashed the insane thoughts out of mind and peered at him for affirmation.
Rubbing his hand through his short hair he looked at me in awe. “Do I really look disheveled? I recently had my haircut. My hair apparently are short but not disheveled. And beauty sleep that’s frigging hilarious”
“Your hair do look all rumpled like blow dry gone epic fail seriously,” I laughed off hard before continuing, “Or like broken antennas on the balcony of vintage homes that were left useless.”
His gaze drifting at my laughing face for few minutes. “What else then? Keeping on going. I don’t want to rain on your parade.”
Paying no heed to his teasing face I added, “Nothing! Leave it be. What about the rest? Was I right?”
“You are an avid observer. I didn’t even have the slightest bit clue that you were a mind reader? He joked, “Where you before Pushpa? You didn’t say anything before?”
He was getting on my nerves big time today. He was probably among those children in school who instead of giving one line answers in exams, wrote about the whole myself essay before even answering the exact question asked.
Glaring at him I asked, “Pushpa?
Salman chuckled at the annoyance. “Come on don’t you know her. That’s was just a name of an Indian actress who acted a saviour to a debauched hero in the film. You are literally acting as her carbon copy now.”
“Let her rot in hell”, I asked grumpily, “So you think I am accurate with my assumptions.”
After an awkward pause battling between us he answered in a mild tone, “Hmmm… You were right. I am an insomniac. I don’t know what has gotten into me but I just can’t seem to doze off. All the brawls have just seem to be intensified. It’s very difficult to deal with all of it. Sunday was just shitty.”
“What happened now?”
“I did mention that I was cursed right? He said with a defeated look on his face.
So it’s a mystery what I am going to write next :p