I can’t believe my heart is aching. I was the one who always believed in having ‘No strings attached’. Rohan looks perfect today. His brown eyes, his usual enchanting charm and his dusky complexion. I’ll miss the angry yet lovable look on his face when I didn’t complete daily targets; his sedative touch when I was broken and depressed; his laughter, the half broken tooth and his infectious smile; his sarcasm; and the cuteness with which he said: ‘you know nothing, Minty!’ I wish I could hear him sing one last time, in that desi Punjabi accent, in his sexy voice. How I wish he would see through my eyes forever like he did that day!
Today, when he wiped the cream and the cake from my lips, I wanted to embrace him and tell him, dear boss, will you allow me to be your boss forever?
But how can I? How can I forget that he is my boss! I have to end this farce, march ahead and this is precisely why I unwillingly refused when he asked me if I’ll accompany him to the movie. I’m going, and I’ll never come back, but somewhere, deep down I feel he loves me, as much as I love him.
Minty looks perfect today, her black and long hair, her cute little eyes and her perfect swag. I love her hair flips. I’ll always miss those soft hands that gently held my shoulder and made me sit down every single time I used to get hyper or tensed. I’ll miss the anger in her eyes when I gave her impossible targets; her sarcasm; her wit; the look she gave me when she caught me staring that day. I’ll miss every single conversation I had with her. I’ll miss the fake smile she gave me when I said ‘you know nothing, Minty!’ How I wish she could see through my eyes that day, when I sang for her when she was depressed and she acted like she is perfectly alright.
Seriously? How can I forget work ethics? She is my employee. No, I can’t ask her out. But I want to capture her one last time, forever in my heart. And that’s why I asked her if she’ll join me for a movie. She refused. It’s a no, a clear no from her side! Why do I feel she loves me too?