Sensual Seduction

Dead Hearts

Love. What is love?

Sometimes you need to be what you are for the person and still nothing changes. In him there's something more than love. I didn't know but it's there speaking volumes in those darkish green eyes. I never knew a person like him could be lost. Lost of his own way and there he was, right infront of my eyes looking at me as if I'm all there is, in his life. All that existed for him.

My eyes slowly opened and I found myself laying flat on the ground. No sound. Pitch black darkness. I wandered where I was. I tried to find light or anything that I could ascertain in this vast darkness where I laid completely unguarded now. Suddenly a faint sound caught my attention. I tried to listen to it very carefully. It sounded like a low disarming cry.

I gently raised my upper body with the help of my elbows and turned around in the direction of the sound. For a few seconds it was hard to identify anything in the dense obscurity, I scrunched my eyes to see more clearly but then I saw someone. Not just someone but a small boy.

His face I couldnt see. He stood few feet away from where I was. His hands covering his face as he continued to cry exceedingly. It saddened me to look at him this way. What pained him? What could have made this little boy aware of such poignant grief?

I pulled my legs in and got up with difficulty. My legs could barely handle the tensity building inside. My mind was blank. I had no thoughts except the one that wanted to comfort the dark haired boy. I hesitantly walked towards him. My hand then slowly stretched out to brush his silky hair. I wanted to make him feel that I'm there. He wasn't alone anymore. I wanted to wipe away those tears but before I could he immediately passed across me.

My eyes followed him and I turned around, quickly. I saw him clutching onto the side of a woman's long dress as he tried to hide himself from me. The woman laughed and caringly placed her hand over his head. I knew that face and those eyes. She smiled at me gracefully as if she knew me too. She then looked down at the little guy.

"My boy, I see.. he is very fond of you." She then looked in my direction and bright green eyes shined at me like diamonds. It struck me out of nowhere. It couldn't be. I couldnt be imagining this.

"He misses me, doesnt he?" She gently brushed her hand across his forehead and over his black hairs as he nuzzled his face into her dress.

"Please take care of him in my absence." she pleasantly requested while I watched her in complete awe

"I hope you do.." she smiled lovingly. How beautiful she looked I couldn't believe.

"Sometimes, we woman, just know but still refuse to say goodbye to our dear ones." Her delightful face warmed my eyes. It's true, a woman's heart is fragile but entails feelings so strong that she never gives up on them even after eternity. I looked at the boy and he clutched her even more tightly.

Suddenly, brightest of lights illuminated them both before my eyes and blurred everything out of my vision. Immediately my eyes popped open and I found myself sitting in my living room wandering what just happened. I had woken up from an unusual dream.

My legs had gone numb for sitting down on the carpet for too long. I looked at my hand and at the man, holding it within his both hands over his chest. He looked simply mesmerizing even while sleeping. I dont know how I had the courage to ruin such a flawless definite face.

His firm chest rose and fell with deep heavy breaths as he slept peacefully. I wiped off the sweat from my forehead with the other hand. I did see his mother in my dream and that small boy crying. That was him! I looked back at his face and tried to picturize that boy in him.

I wandered, looking at his face, how much he had changed and matured in his own way after his mother's death. Every individual changes after such an incident. They know that they won't live forever and this life one day or another would end.

Suddenly, he moved and my eyes raised alarmingly. But it was nothing more than a shift of his back. Maybe he's more used to sleeping on his luxurious bed then this, a medium sized cream colored sofa of mine but his hand still kept a firm grip over my hand.

Well, It was about time that I moved on from his side and went on with my daily routine. I carefully and very gently pulled out my hand from beneath his. He moved again crinkling his fine nose and his scarlet lips. It felt overwhelming to watch him sleep so blissfully like he hadn't slept for days on a stretch.

I then, walked softly keeping each step delicately until I was far out of his view. I kept a hand over my beating heart so that it would stop bouncing like crazy and let out a deep breath. But it was short lived, as the phone suddenly rang and clearly dismantled my peace. My mind exploded and shouted 'oh god no!' I immediately ran towards it. I picked it up before the second ring desecrated my efforts of being invisible.

"Hello." I whispered as low as possible. There was silence for a few seconds like someone's trying to understand my way of vigilance while I waited to hear from the other end

"Is this Mrs Nanda, speaking?" The voice was refined and sophisticated,

"Yes.." I simply replied.

"Ah. Thank the lord! I thought I had dialled up a wrong number, it's me Antonio.." I immediately recognized his voice

"I'm extremely sorry, Mrs Nanda, to disturb you this early in the morning but you see, Master carlo hasn't come back from his yesterday's meeting and James informed me that he saw him entering your house, is it true?" I leaned back and peeked at him from afar. He slept without a care in the world and appeared like the main lead of the sleeping beauty movie, which I thought would have been named 'The sleeping noble', I snickered keeping a hand over my mouth. I controlled my inner kid that wished to burst out laughing and spoke back into the phone composedly.

"Yes it is. He's here but still asleep right now. You say he was in a meeting? He didn't walk out in the middle of it, did he?" I dont even know why I even cared what he did and how he did it.

"I can't say much as I dont have the necessary details about what went in there with Mr Rutherford but I greatly apologize for this trouble to you." I smiled as his apology sounded genuine

"It's alright, He's fine but it would be nice if you could send james over to take him back as soon as he gets up.." He laughed mockingly and well, I seriously admired Antonio's willpower how he handled the sleeping beauty all day at the mansion

"Yes. As you say, Mrs Nanda. I hope you can take care of him till then.." I sighed deeply on the phone

"Yes I can.."

"Well, then, I wont take much of your time, as soon as James's on duty I'll send him over. Good day, Mrs Nanda." He assured me and I sighed all the more.

"Good day." I hung up the phone. I then peeked back in the room and there was still no sign of any movement in him.

He isnt dead is he? Can't be, I thought. He was breathing alright as his stomach lifted involuntarily. I then went into the kitchen and brought a glass of water. Then came back into the living room and placed it on the coffee table beside him. I pushed aside the curtains and opened the windows to draw in fresh morning winds.

Beautiful sunrays and chirping of birds. The view captivated my heart as I admired it for a minute. I stretched out my hands lazily then, went back into the kitchen to prepare myself a cup of coffee.

The kitchen looked neat and clean afterall there wasn't much to cook and no one to cook for depressingly. It worried me to think about what all Gaurav must be eating and his health. I just wanted to hear his voice and know that he was doing okey. I sighed heavily and then reached out for my favourite mug on the shelf. I placed it on the platform and took out a bottle of milk from the fridge. I poured it in the saucepan and placed it over the stove.

Till it boiled I searched for a packet of instant coffee. Finally, thanks to my expert eyesight I found one. I tore the small pack and spilled it whole into the mug. Added some sugar, some water and stirred them both thoroughly with a spoon while I hummed the tune of a bollywood song. I switched off the stove and picked up the tea strainer.

Suddenly cold fingers made contact with my skin as they gently brushed aside my hairs from my shoulder, leaving my neck exposed. My eyes closed at the sudden unnerving touch. Soft lips, then gently pressed against my neck placing an intense kiss on my bare skin.

I instantly turned around and found those breath taking green eyes devouring me from up close. I breathed harder as I stared back into them. He looked calm and not an inch moved by my surprised action. He then took away the strainer I still gripped anxiously in my hand and placed it over the counter while his eyes continued to relish me.

I gulped nervously and tried to anticipate his next move but my mind wasnt working anymore and my legs were about to give up. No distance, no space between us but still somehow it didn't scare me. He slowly ran his fingers down from my arm to my hand sending fiercest of sensations ripple through my body. It felt harder to breathe anymore. His fingers then interlaced with my own. Coldness of him melding with my warmth.

He lifted my hand, entrapped within his own and placed it over his chest. I couldn't understand his motive as I searched for the answer in his eyes but then it happened. My eyes grew wide as I felt his heart pounding against my own hand. He pressed my hand harder into his chest. The feel of his heart, beating with such an intoxicating rythm made my own heartbeat to flutter unnaturally.

"This is what you do to me.. and you don't even care.." I could barely think straight as he whispered out those words. I didn't know what I felt anymore except him. His expression remained precise like he knew his way with me. I gripped his shirt tightly to support my weakening control. I couldn't handle this, his game of torment anymore.

"You know what I do to you, how long are you going to deny it?" I wanted him to just stop but before I could, he leaned in and caught my lips within his own. Then and there I lost it. I lost myself in the ecstasy of his vehement feel as my eyes closed inevitably. His lips then, softly moved against mine pulling me deeper into his world of delirium. His tongue, wildly explored the contours of my mouth before it began twisting with my own. His violent passion had overthrown my sensibility.

My hands tightly clutched onto his shirt as he continued to ignite me with his fiery touch. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me closer. My first ever kiss was being owned by his lustful passion and I had no control over it. I wanted to hate him, slap him for making me so helpless under his dominance. After, one last fulfilling embrace of my lips, He parted away.

I slowly opened my eyes and saw how swollen his red lips were as I tasted my own. We breathed heavily as we stared into each other's eyes with unfamiliar longing. The cut over his moist lower lip, open and completely ravaged by my own desire.

Suddenly I realised what I had tasted in my mouth. His blood. My eyes grew wide. What had I done? My hands left his shirt and tried to push him away immediately but he just wouldn't move as he continued to watch me. I raised my hand to slap him but he caught hold of my wrist and locked it onto my back, pulling me closer.

"Enough..!" He growled heatedly.

"Enough of this outrage." His eyes, cold and aggressive, piercing into mine

"It's time you experience what I'm capable of.." He spoke through gritted teeth in his husky voice. With his free hand he brushed aside my hairs falling ahead on my shoulder. Before I could perceive his intention, his hand gripped the edge of my red tshirt with the thin strap of my inner and roughly yanked it down exposing my naked collarbone. He then, leaned in and pressed his soft lips on my shoulder, sensuously travelling all the way to my neck. My breath hitched and my other hand again, found solace in holding him by his shirt. What was happening to me. I was loosing it again.

It seemed like my own body craved for more and responded willingly to his audacity. I was loving the feel of his satiny smooth lips as he tenderly enjoyed the feel of my exposed skin. I no longer felt the pain of my hand pressed behind my back. My eyes closed as my head swept back giving him more access. He softly nibbled and caressed my neck within his divine lips but then his touch intensified. I gasped as soon as his lips were replaced by his teeth as he pierced into my sensitive skin, drawing out blood. I bit hard on my lower lip, clutching onto his shirt tighter. I hadnt felt this pain before that didn't seem like pain at all but pleasure instead. His tongue then licked over the newly sensitive spot, planting few more kisses, calming the nerves that burned strongly under his want.

He blew over the sloppy wet spot, igniting a chill through my entirety. He moved upto my lips and kissed me passionately freeing his hand and mine from the back. He held my face firmly within his palms as he continued to infiltrate me. Him and only him, I could think of at the moment. Soon he parted away and a low moan escaped from my lips as I opened my eyes.

"Tastes good..doesn't it?" He murmured softly. His hot breath tickling my face. He brushed his nose gently with mine as his other hand fondly rubbed my back

"It's.. as addictive as you.." I had tasted my own blood through his lips. I couldnt believe that this insanity of his didn't seem to offend me. I hadn't been wanted and loved so recklessly before.

There were unspoken holes in my life and he, with his maddening desire was ruining them further.

I stood stunned for a short time, unable to process what had actually happened. My fingers drifted up to my neck, I whimpered slightly as I felt a sharp pain and knew blood still seeped through the sore spot.

"It's only fair, isnt it?" He smirked, his eyes playful as they gazed lovingly into mine

"You marked me with your hatred and in return, I marked you with my love." My eyes widened while he tossed his head back laughing at my speechless expression.

"You're mine now.." His laughter seemed lively and spontaneous like he genuinely felt very happy saying it outloud that I belonged to him. He then, moved away and opened the fridge skimming through everything kept inside

"What are you doing?" I quickly asked in my weak voice but he didn't answer. He pulled open the freezer and reached inside for the ice tray. He closed the fridge and picked up a glass bowl. I watched him blankly as he twisted the ice tray and the ice cubes fell into the bowl. He then raised the bowl infront of me.

"Apply the ice, It'll stop the bleeding" The serious look in his eyes made my heart flutter as I continued to admire his perfectly carved face

"Do you want me to do it then?" I immediately denied and quickly picked up the ice cubes before he assaulted me again with his skilled lips. He laughed softly and moved away leaving the bowl next to me. He then leaned back on the counter across me and folded his arms.

"Go on. It'll melt if you dont.." I gulped and then timidly, dabbed the sore area with the ice. I winced bitterly as it numbed the pain and melted down my shoulder underneath my clothing. I then, avoiding to his stare, carefully pulled up my tshirt with the thin strap of my inner.

"Well, My tongue would have done a better job than that.." My eyes grew wide and I immediately looked at him. His lustful gaze burned up and down my body. He always knows how to instigate my anger with just a tiny little effort.

"Do you know how utterly vulgar you sound..?" He laughed euphorically and then picked up the apple from the nearby fruit tray.

"I'm not vulgar Naina, I do have a class." He rubbed it against his shirt and took a bite of it "but you see, everything about you tempts me in the most vulgar way. I can't help myself."

I immediately looked away from him, trying to focus my attention at anything but him

"When is Gaurav going to come back?" I asked abruptly

"When I want him to. In fact, I'm immensely happy that he enjoys work more than you, unlike me." He spoke up as he continued to eat the apple

"Why? Do you miss him, Naina?" He asked in a casual tone and I looked back at him

"Yes. I do." His expression turned severe with grave intensity like he didn't expect I would say something like that

"You don't. And next time, I won't allow you to speak out such a blatant lie to my face." He seemed afflicted, deeply afflicted by my words.

"It's not a lie and you are no one to tell me what I can or cannot do." As soon as the words left my mouth, I regretted them. How was I so brave enough to talk back to him but not to my own husband. He kept aside the apple and stood straight, glaring intensely at me.

"I.. own.. you.. Naina" He said sternly, emphasizing each word, his voice feelingless

"Dont make me prove it to you again." His brusque and impolite words made me shiver involuntarily as I gasped for air and immediately walked out of the kitchen. I walked upto the front door and peeked out of the nearby window. There was no sign of any car just the sound of the vehicles that were passing by on the road.

"James wouldn't be here until noon.." I heard his brisk voice and quickly turned around. He stood there, leaning against the wall, holding the half eaten apple in his hand.

"Why is that? I informed Antonio too, that you're here, at my house." He flipped the apple and ate from the uneaten end

"I know you did. I was awake as soon as you left my side." I was totally shocked as I blinked my eyes, stupidly at him. "That means you were pretending to sleep?" He gave me a mischievous grin

"Ofcourse I was. How else was I supposed to see, how beautiful you looked under the bright daylight." Again his words left me powerless but it did make me feel better about myself which I never did in Gaurav's presence.

"As for James, he has a habit of delaying his duties, it's in his blood to do what's told in his own sweet time, I wouldn't be surprised if he makes an appearance after noon" I cursed my luck and heaved a bitter sigh.

"I hope he doesnt today, moreover, I guess, he wouldn't like to keep you waiting for that long." He smirked with delight, maybe he understood what I'm getting at

"Well, I don't mind it at all. In fact.. what if I decide not to leave?..What if.." He gazed at the apple then, at me.

"I stay, right here, with you." I couldn't believe if I was hearing correctly what he was saying as my mind went blank whenever he spoke,

"You.. you can't." I stammered unclearly, out of breath.

"What if I can.. Would you try to throw me out? I'd like to see if you would.." His green eyes now boldly focused on me. My heart beat picked up its pace while I stood, without words. The unexpected swirls in my stomach, the rush of blood in my veins, those sparkes around me, It was all new and only because of him.

"Admit it, Naina. You want me to stay.." He smiled victoriously. He then, walked over to the dustbin and threw away the eaten apple

"Why?.. Why did you do this?" My voice barely above a whisper.

"Do what, Naina?" He turned around, his eyebrows furrowed in bewilderment

"You ran all this way to my house! Why would you do something so crazy?" His face turned rigid, paying attention to each word I spoke warily. He watched me severely, making me regret my words again

"I had to see you, plain and simple. I would have followed you anywhere if it would have eased the pain, I felt inside. Does this sound convincing enough to you?" He seemed disappointed as he ran a hand through his hairs, ruffling them in agitation as he looked away from me.

"This is what you wanted all along, isn't it?" My voice raised and he looked back at me, surprised completely.

"Sending away my husband so you could have your way with me?" I was fidgeting and the thought of being alone with him was making me more nervous. I didnt know why, but my mind was racing with negative thoughts. Suddenly his hands closed into fists and his rage filled eyes, dared me to repeat my words, He seemed very angry now.

"Is that what it seemed like, to you?" He scoffed angrily whereas I stood speechless, ashamed. "Is that what you felt about me when I touched you, when we kissed?" His eyes spoke volumes of the hurt he felt now. My nervousness had unknowingly striked down his pride. I had uttered such bitter words which I couldn't take back now, even if I wanted to.

"Having my way with you? Is that what you call it?" He mockingly questioned me the same and my eyes lowered in disgrace.

"How could you think so low of me, Naina?" His rueful words creating a hole inside my heart. I felt terrible, worse than what I had felt when I had slapped him.

"I'll pretend like you never said these words to me, you know why?" I didnt desire to but still I timidly looked up at him. His beautiful eyes filled with so much agony, caused by me.

"Because I pity, my own foolish heart that doesn't even have the courage to hate you.." I felt like a hyprocrite, hesitating to say what was in my heart and raising my hatred as a barrier to my own feelings and him.

There was undeniably long silence between us as I continued to watch him with repentance. He rested his head against the wall and appeared deeply involved in his thoughts.

"There are so many emotions hidden inside you, Naina, that one day, they'll c***k you open and I won't just be standing there to watch, either - I wont let it happen or I will give up this life for you, if it does." His face, joyless and his eyes, dead serious as he turned to look at me.

"This wasn't having my way with you, Naina. This was purely what I have always felt for you.. I fell in love with you the moment we met. It's been only you, since then, on my mind.."

His sudden confession left me breathless. I started to hear my own pulse in my ear, very loud as I blinked my eyes and stood like a statue infront of him.

"No...." The lack of oxygen to my brain made me dizzy and I started to faint.

"Naina..?" As soon as I started to loose my balance, his arms reached out to catch me.

"Naina..!"

He shook me up in his arms but it was too late as I had completely blacked out of my conscious. Deep in my own mess I wanted some time, maybe peace. Maybe coming across the feeling of love after such a long time seems to have overwhelmed me and my mind collapsed at once.

I slowly opened my eyes and found myself lying on the bed

"You alright...?" I looked at my side and found green eyes staring at me with concern, sitting beside me on the bed. Did he carry me, all the way up here, to my room? Well, He did because I wouldn't be here if he hadn't.

"Yes. I'm.. I'm fine." I spoke up meekly. I then, slowly got up and he quickly placed the pillow behind me. My eyes watched him with wander as I rested my back against the pillow.

"Phew. That's quite convincing.." He then, stood up from the bed and placed his hands in his pocket, watching me patiently

"How long was I..?" I rubbed my fingers over my forehead as my head still felt heavy due to the sudden inertia.

"About an hour. I must say, you look very graceful in your sleep.." I looked up and he was already smiling back at me, a smile that instantly warmed my heart and made me feel less burdened.

"I know.. it isn't easy to consider what I just made you feel, Naina.." He scratched his beard and paused for a moment. A deep sigh forced out of his lips. He seemed tired and his voice, indifferent all of a sudden.

"I really dont know.. how I can make you understand what you are for me, Naina but.. your happiness does matter to me more than anything in this world. Therefore, you shall have your husband back by tomorrow.." He then slowly leaned down towards me and surprisingly I didnt make an effort to move or push him away. He watched me with his unblinking gaze as he gently tucked back few strands of hair behind my ear

"Time is precious Naina, dont waste it on someone who doesn't realize, You are too.." He then softly placed a kiss on my forehead. I could hardly get enough of his sensual touch as it completely impaired my senses.

"If I.. ever cross your mind and you feel, I'm much more than the person, you thought would 'have his way with you' then I'll be waiting, waiting for you.." He gave his perfect smile, only and always meant for me. The one that spoke of trust, dedication and his love for me.

"Goodbye Naina. I greatly hope.. he finds in you what I fell in love with.." He moved away and it seemed like my own life was saying goodbye to me. He was walking away now, away from me and with each step, a bigger hole was being dug inside my heart. I wanted to stop him, slide my hands underneath his arms and hold his chest, make him stay, but with what right? I had no claim, no right over him. How can I want so desperately for him to wrap me up in his arms but also want so much for him to leave me.

The Truth stood in my face, bravely draining out my courage. I vowed to stay with a man I thought, I would spend my whole life with but I never knew feelings would make a difference. Feelings would make me want something more than this normality but what use is all of this now.

He was no more in the room. I sat all alone cursing my own pitiful life. Must I love the man who doesn't love me back. Should I wait too? I can't even say if waiting would change anything between me and my husband. Suddenly then, I heard the front door slam and without a thought, I rushed towards my balcony and watched him leave, from above. His back arched and his arms swayed back and forth as he walked towards the car. Would he look back? Would I ever see him again?

So many questions and so little time. James was already there, smiling and holding out the door for him. James bowed slightly and waited for him to get inside the car but I wished he wouldn't go. I wished he would come back and kiss me without my will. Suddenly his face turned. He looked straight up like he heard me, heard my heart's voice. His eyes cherishing me for the very last time. Was this the end to us, end to his need. Tears from my heart welled up in my eyes drenching my soul. Indeed, I was in love with him too

"Um.. Mr Laviosa.. Is everything alright?" As soon as James spoke, his eyes blinked away from mine

"Yes.." he muttered something to James and at once stepped inside the car. My happiness was going away and I had nothing to secure it with, within my already trapped soul. I couldn't hold it in anymore as his car disappeared from my view. I cried hard, hiding my face within my hands. Desperately, I cried as I broke down completely on the floor. I missed him the moment he had left me. How was I ever, going to get over these feelings he had awakened inside me with his greed. Things wont be the same again neither with me nor in my relationship. I cried uncontrollably.

How could he!

Laviosa Mansion (James's Pov)

James continued to drive but there wasn't a single word of admonition or any kind of sarcastic criticism uttered from his Boss for being late. An eerie gloom prevailed in the deafening silence.

He glanced at his Boss from the rear view mirror. He saw him lighting his cigarette and smoking it profusely as he stared out from his window.

James had never seen him so lost in thoughts or even smoking inconsiderately in the car before. He wanted to understand him and his actions but he didn't have the courage to directly ask him, the reason for his absolutely reckless behaviour, the previous day.

"James, have you brought my shades?" James immediately focused his eyes on the road

"Ye-Yes! Mr Laviosa." He then, picked up his Boss's aviators from his side seat and stretched his hand back. At once he took away his aviators from James's hands and wore it on. James was confused. Why would he put his dark shades on when he is sitting in a fully enclosed, air conditioned car.

James again sneaked a peek from the mirror and unexpectedly saw a single teardrop slip past from underneath his shades till it was roughly wiped away by his hand. James's eyes widened in disbelief as he quickly focused back on the road. He was crying, his Boss was crying. This wasn't possible. Was he still sleeping and dreaming all of this?

A hardcore, strict and merciless businessman like him couldn't cry. He parked the car at the front of the mansion and his boss got out immediately, before James could actually open the door for him.

James watched silently as he stepped over the stairs, into the mansion. He then, followed behind into the mansion with the intent to find out from the only person that knew his Boss better than him

"Ah! It's good to see you back Master Carlo. I suppose, everything went well at Mrs Nanda's?" Antonio spoke politely with a smile as James watched them from a distance. He still hadn't taken off his shades

"Yes certainly. I'd like some alone time, Antonio. See to it.. that noone disturbs me.." Antonio stared worriedly but dared not to question his demand. He then, nodded silently

"Would you be heading for a bath then, Master Carlo?" He slowly turned his face

"Yes.." His reply was barely audible from where James stood as they both saw him gradually walk upstairs to his room

"Antonio! You wont believe what I saw, Mr Laviosa.." James ran upto Antonio and spoke as soon as his Boss was out of hearing range

"You saw him cry.." Antonio stated what James was about to say and James's eyes widened in astonishment

"Yes I did! You saw him too?" He asked Antonio with curiosity

"I didn't.. but I know James. It's quite understandable." Antonio simply mentioned

"Sometimes tears make up for feelings that aren't possible through words.." James stood speechless staring at Antonio's face while Antonio gazed upstairs to his Boss's room

"Feelings?.. Feelings for Mrs Nanda? But she is married, Isnt it?" James was confused out of his wits. "Should that forbid her from being happy? From listening to her heart?" Antonio simply asked with a firm smile.

"But it seems to me, that it's all come to an end, afterall. Master Carlo's silent reverie proves it." Antonio sighed deeply with grief

"He has been let down, again, by love and in the desperation of hiding his tears he would drown them in the water, which would simply make them disappear like his own feelings.." Antonio's perception about his Boss left James even more curious and confused

"Why would he love someone he can't have..?" James asked innocently

"My dear well-intentioned James, You dont love someone considering the possibilities in mind, You love someone, because you want to..everything else, doesnt count or doesnt exist anymore.." Antonio replied with a warm smile

"So..What now?.. What happens to their love?" James asked eagerly and Antonio kept quite for a moment.

"Well now, I feel it's upto their destinies to decide who wins, Love or commitment.."