And then both us are welcomed into a dream world.

Chapter 14

Adaah

The days passed by quickly. I joined St Xaviers College of interior designing which had always been my dream. Both me and Sejal who is also my best friend took the same group in the college. Life is very different in college when compared to school. Now we are treated as grown-ups. Often we are sent on industrial tours to gain real life experiences and to say I enjoy it is an understatement. Ajit never allowed me outside the house except for a few visits to his parent's. But now life has been much fun and busy. During industrial tours we often have sleepovers with each other and during weekends it's a lot more like partying drinking. During my last tour I experimented with my first taste of alcohol though I would never let Ajit know about it. Some of us had even started dating though the word sounds something nasty to me. It's because you are brought up by the great pietist, Mr. Ajit Arihant Acharya. I pushed the crazy voice away and started walking to my next class.

It is library period now and all of us went to the top floor of the building where the library is situated. We were advised to read the interviews of famous interior designers so that we could imbibe some tips and incorporate it in our careers. To my surprise instead of glancing famous magazines like 'Remodelista' and 'Elements of style' by Erin Gates my friend Sejal was ogling at some news over the Business magazine. Curiosity powered better of me and I dipped my head to find out what she was reading relating to business when the field never attracted her in the past. It was an interview hosted on one of the most eligible bachelors of young India Mr Ajit Arihant Acharya and about his future plans and life.

I was dumbstruck learning about my friend's approbation towards Ajit. I shook her by her shoulder when she looked into my eyes. It was a mixture of admiration, respect and most importantly love which I could ever see for anyone in her eyes.

An unknowing foreign feeling slowly crept inside me which I couldn't comprehend. I was jealous of her for ogling at Ajit in such a creepy way. Quickly I changed the topic and shifted the book away from her. The day no longer went on peacefully for me. After we left the library, I purposefully came back during the recess and got the magazine issued in my name by the librarian. Before I could even start reading the interview, my eyes fell on the pictures in the next page. They were way back the clips taken when he went to New York last month on a business tour. So this is the business he was doing there. My blood pressure rose to the maximum. Ajit was posing to the camera with half nude girls hovering over him. He was putting on his cocky grin as though enjoying every glimpse of the situation. I felt breathless within few minutes of digesting the sitch. It was like crawling of an outlandish, unacceptable and abhorrent feeling unknown to me.

Before I could realise, I was already in tears. There was a knock at the door pulling me out of my stupid infatuation. I quickly wiped my tears trying to make no trace of it. It was one of housemaids at the doorstep informing me that the dinner was ready. Thinking of food made me nauseous in my present state. I took a warm shower trying to relax my agitated nerves and went to bed immediately.

Somewhere in the mid-night there was a knock again. I try to ignore the call with sleep overpowering me but after a few minutes the knock was louder. I had no choice but to open the door. With wobbly steps I reached the door and opened it. Ajit was standing in front of me with a questioning look. "Why were you to bed without having dinner?" There! All his dominance starts over again. I scratched my head with my already messed up hair and told him in a sleepy voice "I am not hungry." He wouldn't accept my statement and retuned in a few minutes with a plate filled with food.

I wanted to ask him many questions before I start to eat but instead I ended up eyeing him secretively. Exchanging tenuous glances, I examined him minutely with every nook and corner of his body. It was an unfamiliar feeling budding inside me about which I had no idea. He was putting on a simple black polo shirt and grey sweatpants. His hair was neatly combed styled to sophistication as though he was going to address a group of delegates. His half sleeved shirt was oozing sexiness with nerves rippling out of his rough arms. Overall he was sinfully gorgeous. Shaking myself out of the luscious reverie I look at him with aching eyes. What was I doing a moment ago? I never felt these strange feelings earlier. These are unknown sensations lately powering inside me. What are these concealed emotions which I wasn't acquainted with? My head seems to shake and I close my eyes in response trying to stop the wave of sensations.

The next moment I felt somebody shaking me "Little girl what happened to you? Are you alright? Should I take you to the doctor?" Ajit was anxious, showering me with unending questions. I took a deep breath and decided to challenge the insufferable. "What were you doing with those half naked girls in New York? Were you sleeping with them?" I asked him the unendurable question which was beyond ache in my anatomy.

His expression was unreadable for the initial moments but slowly it took the shape of an untameable fury. "What do you mean by it? Do you think I go drooling on those American models to sleep with them?"