“What
am I doing here?” I looked around.
“A
masquerade ball?” I frowned at myself.
“A
bachelorette party? This is not what I thought it to be.” I lost track of what
I was drinking and how much was already working up in my head. The result was
more sips I took, more I mumbled. Thankfully my green masque masked those
sullen expressions. The room was tastefully decorated as per the theme with
aptly dressed gowns and tuxedos laughing, dancing and flirting.
“You
have presentation in the morning! Move your ass out of here. You don’t fit
here!” The voice in my head was so strong that it made me push myself up from
the cozy couch. I kept the glass on the side and turned to make my way out.
“Hello”
a deep voice startled me a bit; He extended another glass towards me. I looked
up beyond that masque. Those hazelnut eyes highlighted by the ivory black
masque had more sparkles than the glass he held for me.
“Hi”
I softly reciprocated with a smile.
“Seems
like you love your company” Those eyes smiled more than the lips; did he listen
to any of those mumbling? Was he
stalking me? The Sherlock Holmes inside me yawned and slept back.
“Nope
not that, I have some unfinished business, so I was…” I stopped myself. I didn't want to leave now.
“So”
I struggled with conversation. Introductions were not allowed. People had to
mingle without disclosing the identities. Guess or Enjoy! Identities would be
revealed in the end. Who made such rules?
“So...”
he waited for me to complete. I shrugged.
“Shall
we” he extended his hand gesturing me to the dance floor.
It
was beyond awkward to dance with a complete stranger. But curiosity definitely
killed the cat there. I pressed my lip to hold the smile that tried to skip.
“You
look beyond beautiful” he whispered as he came close while we swayed at the
music.
“Thanks”
I blushed.
“I
never thought red lipstick could look good on anyone except Scarlett” His eyes
had a naughty tinge.
“Scarlett!
Na best ever on Marilyn” I matched his expressions.
“No”
he came close “You” he whispered.
The
music changed to salsa!
“I
have forgotten...” I was too vain to be embarrassed on the dance floor.
“We
never forget anything, it’s always there, just need to search a little.” He
made me follow his steps. I loosened up. Happiness filled me; I smiled,
laughed, blushed. We finally went back to our place. Music, dance, Hollywood,
Bollywood – we connected over every topic. I carefully listened hoping to know
who he was. He definitely knew me. I could feel it. I was jogging my memory matching
everyone I knew. He was …
“I
know this is your favourite song, come” he pulled me by holding my hand, but
never let it go.
He
came closer. His hand on my back gave me goose bumps. My palpitations were
creating a Beethoven’s symphony.
“You
still smell the same, sweet and intoxicating” he teased me.
Those
soft hairs falling on the masque; that smile; the touch…
“You
have forgotten me” he spoke slowly.
“No,
I haven’t. I just never thought you will ever come back” I whispered as I came
close enough to whisper in his ear; he felt a soft kiss brushing his skin.
