My ink

My joy.

"Promise?" she asked in between her sobs, I hugged her more tightly and said yes Promise. We stayed like this until her painful sobs died down. She broke the hug and looked at me, there was surprise in her eyes, she lift her hands and wiped my tears.

"Why are you crying?" she asked,

"I can't see you in pain it hurts here." I said while pointing at my chest where my heart is.

I wiped her tears and kissed her forehead, I know I can't be helped, even though we are strangers, I can't neglect the pull, I can't neglect that I want this beautiful girl in front of me happy.

"No one has ever shown me this kind of love, I feel overwhelmed." she said with her timid voice.

"Should I stop touching you? Am I making you uncomfortable?" I asked while caressing her soft and chubby cheeks, wiping the tears that are flowing uncontrollably.

"No, its just overwhelming that's all, I am not used to people loving me." I hugged her again and started caressing her back.

"well get used to with it now, my name is chance, what is yours?" She smiled listening to my name, but there was no mirth in her eyes, they were oozing with adoration.

Yeah my name is not that common, my parents were on the verge of loosing their hard earned assets when they had me, when I was born it seemed like they got another chance and that is how I got my name.

"Farah." she said and the smiled that bloomed on my face must be contagious as she also smiled and this time with her eyes.

"my joy." I said while caressing her blushing cheeks.

"Now can you tell me what happened?" her smile fell once again making me feel guilty for asking, but I was so desperate to solve her problem.

"I am an orphan, always have been, I was dropped at the gates of the 'children's home.' when I was just six months old. There was a note that said my name and birth date, nothing else. That is what the care taker told me when I was old enough to know better. But two days back a couple came at my apartment and said that they got my address from the orphanage and that they are my parents."

She stopped speaking and I think a lump was formed in her throat, I pulled water bottle from my bag and handed it to her. She drank the water greedily and took a deep breath, all this time I was sitting with my arm hugging her shoulder and rubbing it to make her feel that I am listening.

"They said they were not financially able to take care of a child, I was a mistake so they gave me away but now they own a company and want me back. I didn't believe them, I mean who would?" I nodded in understanding and told her to continue.

"I did my own research on them and found some thing that left me thinking, I don't want them in my life, I can't, they are scary." she said and her trembling worsened.

"hey, dear am here calm down, take deep breaths, nothing will happen to you." she hugged me tightly like her life depended on it and so did I.

"May I ask their name?" I asked after she was calm enough to talk again. I wanted them to back off and never threaten my joy again, Yeah I am saying my, I know I can't be helped.

"Their name is Mr. and Mrs jolly, they own a newspaper company named 'Society'." I know that company, it has many other shady business that are hidden from the world, they once wanted to take my interview but I declined as my assistantight hand dig up some information that was not good.

"Don't worry, I will help you, can you share the information that you collected and also what you do?" I asked after a pause. She had a contemplating look on her face and her eyes were looking for something in my eyes, maybe she found what she was looking for and said "I work as an I.T. my job is mostly freelancing, I am my own boss and lets say I am good with numbers and I will share the information only after you tell me about yourself."

"Fair enough." I said while smiling.

"I am a writer as well as own a company named 'Get crafty', My company deals in various platforms and mostly give chance to newbies who have talent but lack resources." I was proud of what I do and that shows on how I talk about it. She was shocked after hearing the name and started fidgeting, yeah sometimes my introduction intimidates people. I don't introduce myself like this to everyone but, this my joy and I trust her, again its my gut and my gut feelings are never wrong.

"Thats big." she said again concetrating on the ducks, this is just half of the information that I provided her about my life, what will be her reaction when she knows the whole story.

"So, now that you know who I am as a professional, would you like to know who I am as a person? Only if you are single, s**t I should have asked that first." I rambled and she giggled, her giggles stopped my rambling and I blushed, I really need help.

She looked at me and then at the ducks again, her cheeks turned pink and so did her ears. I waited patiently while holding my breath which was released as sigh when she gave me a timid yes and said she was single.

"yes." I said and smiled like a lunatic making her giggle. I can be a goofball all day if she smiles and laughs like that. I guess I am an awkward goofball for people but for her I want to be a cute goofball that she would like to cuddle with, I need help.

"Can I read your writings one day?" She asked after a comfortable silence.

"Sure." I said and she smiled.

"Its time to go home." she said, I looked at my watch and saw it was 9 and the sky was twinkling with stars.

I was reluctant to go, I wanted to spend more time with her.

"May you join me for dinner before leaving?" I asked and she looked at me then at herself and her appearance, she looked hesitant.

"Its ok, you look good and we will just go to the nearby restaurant that is just outside the park, I heard they sell delectable biryani" she nodded eagerly and I came to know that she loves briyani just as much as I do.

We walked out of the park hand in hand, the image that I was eagerly waiting for, finally came true. Her hand was in mine and we were talking like a long lost friends.

I promised myself today, I won't let anything happen to my joy, I will give us a chance.