Destiny's Fusion

Love in motion

Richard's eyes seemed lost as they peered into mine..was he still figuring out what to tell her..maybe this girl..meant something more to him..

Guess i'll just clear up the tension that's building here and help him out..

"I uhh.. I'm the maid!.. uh..Mr Wilson kept me just two days back.." I smiled awkwardly

"you did?!" she stared at Richard confusedly

"I did..? " Richard looked at me puzzled about what I had just said..

"Yes you did.. Now don't act like you don't remember anything Sir.. I have to say.. retaining things isn't your cup of tea.." his face had confusion written all over it as I faked a laugh..Does he still not get what I'm trying to do!

"You gave the maid.. your clothes?" persistent blonde isn't she.. I thought nobody is so curious about a person unless they like the very person or.. could it be that she... is his girlfriend..

Richard sighed "Camilla it’s not.."

"uh yes! He did, Isn't he so very kind, madam!?..he just doesn't want to take the credit for it.."

I chuckled but awkward silence still prevailed between us standing in the hallway which caused me to speak again

"umm... Well its really nice meeting you ma'm.. Sir i'll carry those from here and the key if you don't mind.. "

I smiled warmly and quickly headed towards the apartment without looking back because I knew their eyes were now entirely fixed on me.

Richard's POV

"you being kind.. That doesn't sound like you" she scoffed as she folded her arms

"well, it won't..to you because you’re the exception" I spoke up firmly

"but I wasn't an exception then, when you had kissed me and said you love me.. was I Richie?" she closed the distance between us as she came nearer and touched my hairs seductively but I knew what she was upto..

"I was drunk Camilla.. I wasn't in the right state of mind when I said those things to you! It was a mistake! And you need to get over it!"

I pulled her hands away from me

"so your saying you don't want me anymore?.." she asked with a grim face

"I'm saying... I never wanted you in the first place.. it was a mistake..please! Just Get over it!" who am I kidding..

Camilla wasn't someone who would back down not especially when she is told to..she hates orders..orders that restrict her from having what she wants but I needed to put my point through which I did yet again and I hope she gets it this time..her crystal green eyes were now sharply staring at me but it was a useless attempt because it wouldn't change anything..

I gave a 'nice try' smile and headed towards my apartment

"that wound... did you get into a fight for that maid you just hired..?"

I froze up like my legs wouldn't move at all

"Tell me Richard.. she is not a maid.. Is she?"

she smiled sinisterly waiting patiently for my answer..

she knew me better than I knew myself but still it didn't make sense.. Being with her didn't make sense to me.. Guess my heart didn't beat without being drunk for her..and it still wont in the future..

"Go home.. Camilla.." I closed the door behind as I entered my place..

I then looked over and saw Roop arranging all the stuff we got in the kitchen..

I didn't have to make efforts to smile because her very presence made me happy.. Made my heart glad to have her with me..

And her weird sense of humor amazed me in the most uncanniest way..the wound wasn't something I cared about anymore..

as long as she stayed infront of my eyes..in my life.. It would only get better..

"whoa whoa whoa lady! You’re gonna get yourself hurt! Let me do it.. "

I quickly took the bottle of jam from her hands and placed it in the topshelf she was trying to reach..

"I did a pretty bad job back there.. Didn't i?" I looked back at her as she spoke softly

"You mean the so called Maid Act..??" she gave an uneasy smile

"uhh..yea that!.. Actually it was so sudden and I didn't know what to say.. but she believed it right..me being the maid?!"

I smirked "uh..yes she kinda did" I hated the feeling that struck me as I lied but I couldn't tell her what Camilla thought was way beyond her thinking..

"she is umm really pretty...she totally looks like an actress and her green eyes were so perfect.. "

I couldn't help but laugh at her sincere views about Camilla because most girls would be jealous or won't like to talk about another woman.

"ahan..what else?" I liked when she talked unhesitatingly to me because that meant she was not thinking about stuff that made her unhappy

"and through her scary stare I could make out that she so..doesn't like your new maid" she accented

"stop calling yourself a maid or i'll start taking you as one.." I joked teasingly but her face turned into a frown

"soo how about italian today?!" I announced loudly as I needed to change the subject

"na-uh! Mister we are going to have healthy cooked dinner at your very own place"

she gave her bright dimpled smile as she giggled

"yea right!.. mind telling me whose cooking?" I enquired sarcastically

"uh..ofcourse me and you'r helping!" she ordered as she pointed her finger at me

"you kidding!? No way!" I scoffed with folded arms

"come on Richard.. It'll be fun..i'll cook and you just help me out.."

she called me Richard again but that doesn't change the fact that I suck at cooking..

most of my days went by eating outside as I landed a job in new york..and moreover its boring to stand at one place playing around with cooking pans only to turn out with food that tastes like crap

"Roop.. Trust me it'll be a disaster if i'll help you..does this hand look like it can be of use?"

I felt lucky I had the excuse of a wounded palm

"thats okey you'll be using your right more than your left..and it was you who said it doesn't hurt anymore..remember?" now I really regret saying that..

"uh yea but now it does! Look! Ahhhh..its painful! Such excruciating pain! its unbearable! its still sore & sensitive you see!. So umm.. once your done with experimenting.. tell me i'll order dinner then.."

after expressing my views to which she gave me the usual glare of her beautiful dark eyes I walked away into my room..phew! That was close I thought and grinned..

She didn't come around to get me and I let it stay that way because that saved me from making a fool out of myself infront of her..

But after a while she knocked up on the open door which caught my attention..i looked up from my laptop and took off the headphones

"Hey..how’s it going with cooking the healthy stuff? Don't tell me you gave up so soon?" I joked

"Nope I didn't.. and in addition I made something especially for you and that wound you got because of me.." she spoke as she stared at my hand sadly

"you did..?" she did.. my brain still couldn't believe my ears neither could my wound..my heartbeat raced in anticipation of knowing what exactly that something is

"yess..but for that you need to close your eyes and bring your hand forward" she grinned broadly

"how about 'not' closing my eyes and seeing that something?" I smirked and brought my right hand forward

"um okey as you wish!" before I could defend myself, my whole face including my hairs was smothered in what seemed like flour which she deliberately blew on my face..

"So how did you like your special something Mr santa claus?"

she laughed uncontrollably holding her stomach while I looked like a white ghost and felt like a saphead

"you... really shouldn't have done that..."

I grinned and hastily reached out to grab her but she evaded me and ran from there

"this isn't over..you trickster!" her hysterical laughter echoed through the apartment..

But as soon as she saw me, she quickly stood behind the couch still giggling at my cartoon makeover..

"you’re so not getting away with this.."

We circled around the couch like small kids but I wasn't getting anywhere near her so I jumped over the couch to crossover but as soon as I did she ran towards my room

"hey! Come back here" she quickly tried to close the door but couldn't as I blocked her..I pushed it open and caught hold of her hand but she stumbled backward while trying to free her hand landing us both on the bed..

"Get off me you clown!" she laughed boisterously and moved her body to get rid of me but it was of no use because she was literally trapped beneath me..

"it’s payback time baby!" I held her hands down with my own

"Wouldn't you like a taste of the gift you bestowed upon this, santa claus?"

I smiled mischievously

"noooo! noo! Let me goo!" she yelled in-between her laughter

"you’re very welcome!" I reached down and rubbed my flour covered cheeks on her soft ones..she laughed like crazy as I went on..

"how does that feel white princess?!"

I didn't do a good job as much as she did but still I felt satisfied

"you need to shave Mister.." she grinned teasingly

"ahan!..Is that so..say that again! I dare you.."

I rubbed my cheeks on her again and she burst out laughing..

I was glad that I was the reason to her happiness..that I could be with the real Roop who had been lost somewhere amidst the sadness and deceit..

As I came back to my senses her smile had vanished as did mine noticing it.. I realised what I had actually done so did she..

I had touched her and was still holding her.. she felt so close.. My lips only an inch from hers..

we stared into each other's eyes like lost souls figuring each other's path.. the urge to kiss her scared me as it was indescribable..

I can't do this to her..disappoint her..

i can't destroy.. what we have even if it’s just too little..

"R-Richard.." She whispered nervously..

I immediately got off her and she stared at me cluelessly

"I umm I’ll just clean this up..." I walked away into the bathroom.

Roop's POV

What just happened.. I got up slowly from the bed and touched my cheek..

It tingled and felt intensely hot..my heart thumped against my chest rapidly..

what was I even thinking..

i quickly wiped away the flour from my face with the t-shirt I wore and headed towards the kitchen to set the food I cooked on the table..

"Better..?" Richard asked as he leaned against the counter beside me..

"Better.." I smiled genuinely with my approval that he no longer looked like a Clown

"You really did cook huh!.. Impressive.." Richard grinned boyishly

"thanks to you.. or else it would have been a disaster..isn't that what you said?" I stated sardonically

"tell me.. do you have some kind of memory chip fixed inside your brain or is it.. what I say that impresses you so much that you can't forget?"

what! Memory chip is he serious! Goddd! I shook my head and sighed hopelessly

"shall we eat?" I proposed as I really didn't want to answer the silly question

"sure.. Lead the way madamoiselle" Richard smiled broadly..

The indian style food that I cooked as described by Richard was out of this world..something he hadn't tasted ever in his life..the spicy flavours were just amazing and that he'd like to learn the stuff from me including making round chapattiz(Roti) & different Dals(pulses) with rice to which I just nodded blankly..

but the best part was when he pronounced the food items..

it looked cute and incredibly funny at the same time

"say again cha-paaa-ti..?" I elaborated

"yea right! So that you can get into another one of your laughing fit..

na-uh! No way!.. Not happening.." he declined with a serious face

"i promise I wont laugh..how will you learn it...if you can't even say it right?! First comes theory then the practical part.." I spoke as we ate..

"fine!" he huffed unwillingly..

but the moment he said the word my control happily got flushed down the drainage ditch and I burst out laughing

"yeah right.. real funny.. mind reminding me again what comes first because this 'hahaha' wasn't much of a help.." Richard spoke fussily..

"well I did say theory should come first then the practical part..but I never said they couldn't come together..you'll get the name as you learn making it..Nobody's perfect not even me.." I smiled warmly at him

"know what! your right.. But you didn't have to say that to prove it" I frowned and mumbled "santa claus!"

"witty prankster with a memory chip!"

we laughed looking at each other's face and continued our unusual but entertaining conversation as we finished the rest of the dinner..

after dinner I pretended to sleep while Richard worked on his laptop but couldn't anymore so I popped open one eye to see what he was doing sitting beside me..

I saw pie-charts and numbers in sequence..he was filling information and changing the figures in microsoft excel..

i had no clue how he was getting the big numbers but they did somehow make sense to him..then I looked at his face firmly engrossed in the work..

I don't know how I'm ever going to repay you back Richard.. I thought...

that wound you got because of me.. it wasn't your fate to confront..

but still you didn't accuse me for it.. Why..

Am I this special to you.. Does the things you actually say really effect me?

how and why do they?..

Everytime we touch.. it feels different..I feel different..I burn from within.. from your touch..Do you feel that too?..

Richard's eyes suddenly got bigger as if he heard what I didn't even say outloud..

he quickly looked at me but it was a waste of his effort as I had already shut my eye and appeared sleeping to him..

but I could still feel his eyes devouring me which sent a tingling sensation all around my skin until I finally fell asleep..