Chapter 5


    Chapter 5: Illusions


    Abhay’s P.O.V


    For a couple of seconds, I felt bbergasted.


    Yes, I was a healthy male of twenty seven years but I’ve never imagined myself naked and in bed


    with any women. I was brought up with parents who had taught me that in our culture, sex before


    marriage was not the right way to go about it. And I’d always believed in that principle.


    Yes, I’ve had a couple of rtionships in my life. Once when I was in high school, with a girl about


    three years younger than me, we had drifted apart after I left school to join college. My second


    rtionship had been in my second year of college, with a girl in my ss who had shared my


    enthusiasm for photography. But we too had drifted apart right after I’dnded a job at Lifestyle


    Magazine as an intern and she had left for Calcutta to work for The Daily Telegraph.


    But I’ve never had any physical rtionships with either of my ex’s. We had kissed, yes, I wasn’t


    that much of a saint, but we have never gone farther than that. And afternding my job I had been


    too busy with my job to actually get into any kind of rtionship. There was a dream house that I


    wanted to built, a dream car I had to purchase and I had also nned several trips to foreignnds


    that would never be fulfilled if I didn’t have money in my pocket. Five years of continuous work


    without taking any vacations, I was almost close enough to achieving my first goal and I also had


    some extra bucks in my wallet to afford a foreign tour; women had been the farthest thought in my


    mind. And then in walks a foreigner with silver hair and all my restrains fly out the window.


    Never in my life have I ever had such a visceral reaction to someone. It was almost like what I was


    seeing was real. The touch of my fingers on her pale white skin, the feel of her plump, pink lips on


    mine…it was like I could feel her right now, as if she were a part of me…which was very absurd and


    creepy because I’d just met the woman. I’d have known if I had ever had a rtionship with a


    woman that gorgeous.


    But there was something about her that kept nagging on my senses. As I watched a waiter drift t


    towards the women, after a hard fight at the back with the others on who would take their order, he


    immediately took a couple steps back as soon as that icy blue gazended on him. There was an


    underlying sense of danger to her, to both the women. Like, despite the quiet demeanor, they were


    capable of a lot of violence.


    Once again, that thought left me stunned. I had hardlyid my eyes on the women and yet here I


    was, making ridiculous assumptions while sitting idly by and letting my food get cold.


    “Bring us someal maas and four the’s. And two sses of Chaach!” The Gujarati girl ordered


    and my eyebrows disappeared into my hairline.


    The’s, a kind of t bread made from various spices and herbs, was spicy all by itself. To addal


    mass with that, a red meat curry that was marinatedpletely with red hot peppers before


    cooking, therefore gaining the nameal maas because of it vibrant red color…I took a couple sips


    of my chaach to cool myself off on their behalf.


    Does the silver haired woman not know what they were ordering? Should I warn them beforehand?


    But even as I thought that, the waiter was already on his way to bring out the dishes and my food


    had partially gone cold. I took another mouthful of the rice and daal, d that the cold had taken


    away some of the heat from the cooking, although there was still a slow burn at the back of my


    head. I was down three more mouthfuls before the waiter brought out their order, still piping hot with


    steam rising from the food. I prayed to the gods above that they didn’t need to be hospitalized by


    the time they had taken their first bite.


    But then I, along with several others that had been fascinated by the two women, watched in


    astonishment as they tore away at their the’s and dipped it in the spicy red meat and ate them as


    if they did this every single day.


    From the corner of my eyes, I saw a few people look impressed, a few bills exchanged hands as


    bets were lost and the two women took their time eating their fill of chilies and taking small sips of


    the chaach without bothering about anything going around them. They seemed to be lost in


    conversation. The ck haired, caramel skinned woman gave a carefreeugh as the silver haired


    woman spoke to her and that too had a few heads turning towards them.


    But then I noticed the slight stiffness to the silver haired woman, it was so slight that anyone could


    have easily missed it. But I liked to think that I had a photographer’s eye and that’s probably why I’d


    noticed it in the first ce. The uneasiness was clear in the slight stiffness to her shoulders, the


    rigidity of her spine and the slight crinkle between her brows.


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    Watching them nearing the end of their meal, I quickly gulped down my ice cold food, ignoring the


    burst of silent heat and sucking it up like a man, and drank the rest of my chaach, just in time to find


    the women asking for the bill from the waiter.


    I lifted my hand and motioned for another waiter to get my bill and as our tables were cleared and


    bills paid, the women stood up from their seat and turning towards the exit, ready to leave.


    Swearing some colorful words under my breath, I tried toe up with an excuse to talk to the


    silver haired girl while snatching my camera from the corner of the table and readying myself to get


    up.


    But just as soon as the women had stepped out of the hotel, the silver haired woman turned to look


    back at me, and the iciness of her gaze froze me in ce.


    Her eyes were like two shards of ice, sharp and unyielding, like a cobra winds itself up just before


    the killing strike. The underlying sense of danger magnified by tenfold and I could feel the hair on


    my nape stand in attention. There was something about her eyes that seemed different…almost


    inhuman.


    I concentrated on her eyes, trying to figure out what was wrong with it now, even as I stood frozen in


    my spot. With a start I realized that it wasn’t the zing desert sun that was ying tricks with her


    eyes, they seemed to be glowing from within, like a diamond does when light strikes the right


    angles.


    And just for a second, my mind decided to cross the line and trip me into insanity, because it wasn’t


    the woman I saw standing in her colorful clothes and silver hair, but a white wolf with eyes of blue


    so pure, I could drown in them for all eternity. Just for a fleeting second.


    And then they were just gone.