My Mysterious Love For him

PROLOGUE

Love at first sight, I don’t believe it.

'How can some random person just with a single gaze, brush of single touch hold the power to make you fall for them?'

I don’t want to experience anything new, unplanned in my routine. Even if it might feel tedious to people but I could spend the similar notion of things every single day.

My day starts at Six followed by a ninety minutes of workout, for breakfast being an earl gray tea with two medium crisp toast, scrambled eggs of two. Then sharp Nine A.M. I start my work for the day, lunch at one with vegan salad and 11:30 P.M, I cloak out of office.

It’s been going on for eight years now, still I don’t see myself changing anything anywhere in future. Monotonous lifestyle is simple, understandable so I didn’t give dam if I’m tagged as robotic and boring. I get to meet people with wide expanse of personality nothing affects me nor do I feel nervous signing million dollar deals in span of minutes.

I measure the risks, process the prospects of future way ahead than one can expect. Being visionary, committed to my decision has been my trade mark whether in professional or personal life.

Speaking of the topic, I don’t have much of a personal life. Typical snobbish parents, two siblings, we hardly see each other maybe once or twice in month. Except for my brother.

Normally, people crave for family’s love, care and attention. I have accepted long back normalcy was not meant to be part of my life. And I’m fine, absolutely fine with it. Anyways, I don’t like to deal with people. They are complicated, it requires ample of time just to differentiate their category.

I don’t do it unless aiming for profits or benefits. Nothing on personal level.

It requires endless amount of time, depth of trust to even scrape the surface of my heart nonetheless to be part of it.

Then how, how could he just tumble out of nowhere challenge my boundaries with one single gaze. The beautiful birthmark on his face has captivated me in span of few second. Simple spoken words, his soft voice replaying in my mind. He is six years older than me, a hardworking decent housekeeper- both of us from two diverse worlds. Enough reasons to back off.

Standing on rooftop of my office gazing at the late night life of New York from seventieth floor- even hours later, I cold still feel him. Everywhere.

I want to scream in denial but the loud thumping against my chest- I could still hear, is wordlessly contrasting my practical theories.

'Adam'- He captured their strings effortlessly and I'm left to believe this was already a lost battle.

A battle I haven’t even participated still managed to lose my heart, my everything to him.

'It was love at first.'

My mysterious love for him.