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The music had reached a raving frenzy. The crowd was going crazy.Evryone was pushing limb for limb, and gyrating with as many babes as they could attract around themselves.
Rahil stood at a safe distance, behind an elongated rectangular pillar smoothed with gleaming chrome. He looked into his glass and sipped contemplatively. Against the feverish speed of the crowd and the music his pace was contrastingly relaxed and lazy. His eyes flashed as they dismissed everyone in the room. They were not important to him in anyway, ever. None was intelligent enough to talk to him, no woman was sharp enough to lock eyes with him. All they could do was watch and specualte from far. And that too coz they sensed a chiselled body beneath the flowy kurta and khakhi pants.
He reached into his back pocket and fished out a note of fifty and tossed it towards a passing waiter by the way of payment and walked across the floor towards the exit. His walk seemed like a physical translation of a spoken drawl.
With one hand on the door knob, he reached out for his coat beneath the masses of leather and rexin which had been piled after he had entered. A flower. Rahil stopped. Why had that crossed his mind all of a sudden. Had he sensed something??
Twisting the knob with one hand he slightly tilted his head to the right. A flower. He looked hard, and saw a scrubbed small face trying to hide inside a glass of a yellow liquid. The oval face was wearing a white sheath with huge blue fronds printed on it. And a blue ribbon around her tiny waist.
Rahil lifted an eyebrow and was just about to push the door open to exit when the music reached a crescendo. And the oval face winced. Rahil stopped. Christ, she must be a kid. He took a step towards her but drew back when he saw her smiling into his eyes suddenly.
Rahil sneered at his stupidity, and turned back towards the exit. And glimpsed the smile intact on her face. He pushed the door with a vehemance and stomped out into the rain. Home.
Rahil stood at a safe distance, behind an elongated rectangular pillar smoothed with gleaming chrome. He looked into his glass and sipped contemplatively. Against the feverish speed of the crowd and the music his pace was contrastingly relaxed and lazy. His eyes flashed as they dismissed everyone in the room. They were not important to him in anyway, ever. None was intelligent enough to talk to him, no woman was sharp enough to lock eyes with him. All they could do was watch and specualte from far. And that too coz they sensed a chiselled body beneath the flowy kurta and khakhi pants.
He reached into his back pocket and fished out a note of fifty and tossed it towards a passing waiter by the way of payment and walked across the floor towards the exit. His walk seemed like a physical translation of a spoken drawl.
With one hand on the door knob, he reached out for his coat beneath the masses of leather and rexin which had been piled after he had entered. A flower. Rahil stopped. Why had that crossed his mind all of a sudden. Had he sensed something??
Twisting the knob with one hand he slightly tilted his head to the right. A flower. He looked hard, and saw a scrubbed small face trying to hide inside a glass of a yellow liquid. The oval face was wearing a white sheath with huge blue fronds printed on it. And a blue ribbon around her tiny waist.
Rahil lifted an eyebrow and was just about to push the door open to exit when the music reached a crescendo. And the oval face winced. Rahil stopped. Christ, she must be a kid. He took a step towards her but drew back when he saw her smiling into his eyes suddenly.
Rahil sneered at his stupidity, and turned back towards the exit. And glimpsed the smile intact on her face. He pushed the door with a vehemance and stomped out into the rain. Home.
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