please do read the Author's Note at the end !! 

The day of first rain of the year

Daksh Jain.

It was days later after the meeting at the small coffee shop when Mitali had herself came with the delivery of the paintings. She seemed so happy about it that I couldn't even say anything to her about how it seemed so inappropriate on so many grounds to have her personally give me the delivery.

But I was happy, the way she had bounced around instructing the people to unload each of the paintings with care, and when she had finally came into my house, she was even more amused.

Though I hadn't taken up all the 20 painting that she had listed out for me, after a lot of ifs and buts and yapping I was settled on 3 abstract paintings and 2 of the oil paintings.

Even if I had decided on them through the description and a few pictures, the final product was even beautiful than what I could have even imagined.

Picking up the last painting, I hooked it up on the nail and took a few steps back and observed it. The view was surely beautiful. And I must say, Mitali was right, abstract paintings looked wonderful on bright colors.

"Kaka can you please get me a cup of coffee?" I called out to our house keeper and walked back to the couch and pulled out my phone and quickly dialed a number.

"Jahangir art gallery assistant curator Mitali Jain speaking,"

"You should say hello first." My voice came in an almost nagging manner, as soon as the phone was answered by Mitali.

For the days when we had discussed and called each other we have discussed more like fought on the topic, how she managed to ignore greeting me a numerous times. But Mitali seemed to have come from some other world, for, she never took my words seriously or it was just her thing to ignore greeting people.

"Oh! come on Mr. Chauhan, you don't have to be a cry baby, think of it as my special way of greeting you... hellos are for everyone, there has to be something different for you right?"

For a moment there, when she had said that, I had taken her words seriously, but than she did the thing which I had to agree with her brother was really irritating especially in situations like these; she laughed, and I could certainly imagine her head falling back with her fingers covering her mouth as she laughed to her heart's content, for that silly joke.

"Very funny!", I paused for a moment to let her come back to her sense and said, "By the way I called you to let you know that I just got the paintings in their place, and you were right the abstracts looks best on bright walls."

"Awe baby, it's okay, I will be ready this weekend for the lunch, and don't you think we should call up my brother as well?" she questioned, as I felt my eyebrows furrowing.

"Mitali, do I hear a tinge of flirting out there?"

"Daksh, why do you think I might just flirt with you?" she asked, while I laughed. And just like that we became even closer to each other.

We weren't friends, but we were more than friends, we weren't an item, but we felt something stronger than that for each other, we weren't really into each other... but whatever we were, it was beautiful to be just given a title.

Mitali Jain

The day of the first rain of the year.

Drenched from head to toe, my bag on the verge of being thrown away into the dustbin, I ran off to the safer side of the road.

My stanza was as similar as a drenched cat and how stupid I felt at that moment to take up this day to come here.

I lifted my head up and sighed out the nervousness that was kicking in, as my eyes landed on the italics that introduced the building to the world.

Kapadia Industrials

Without anywhere else to go, and the fact that I wanted this to be done once in for all, I ducked my head under my bag and ran off to cross the road to enter the building.

The glass marble of the stairs felt slippery as my medium sized heels tried to balance me and them on it. The rain water was dripping off me and I had almost taken a step back to leave this place that instant to return to my safe heaven, but then, then I remembered the nagging feeling I had been feeling for almost a month now, as the person who was responsible for this didn't even had a guts to come up and try once again.

Who the hell confesses their said love once and gets lost without an explanation? I questioned to myself the same thought that had me turning sides for so many nights now.

Shaking my head, I hoisted my bag once again on my shoulder and walked towards the receptionist.

The way she eyed me with sympathy as a smile made its way on her lips made me feel at ease to have visited this place earlier.

"Hi Myra, how are you doing?" Myra, the small framed perfectly dressed well trained, receptionist of my brother and his friend's office smiled at me and leaned a bit ahead with her eyes studying my physic.

"The rain has already got its effect on you I believe Ms. Jain?"

"I wish I could say it was a positive effect, but let it be, I am sure the worst is yet to come... by the way is Jai in his cabin?"

"The head boss?, I thought you were here to meet Mr. Jain?" though she had a huge question mark all around her, she was pretty good at her work, hence though questions were yet to be answered she already had the receiver of her phone by her ears and the fingers busy dealing the numbers.

"Your head boss has had me in a situation. I thought it was high time I meet him again. Also, a small request, please make sure that my brother isn't aware of my arrival, I might just flip off with the drama that would happen." I smiled at her nodding head as she continued with the task.

Though I was sure Naveen wouldn't be against anything that would happen after this conversation but there was one thing I was confident about, which was that he might or might not be in a belief that things were already cleared and sorted amongst us. And if found the other way, then God save me from his wrath.

"Sure, well the boss is on 15 floors towards your right, and do you want something to look... "

"Presentable... nah, that man has already put me into a lot of trouble, I am sure his eyes could take in some drenched weird looking lady"

Or maybe I would just like to know what he had to say about this side of mine. I thought as I waved my hand at Myra and started towards the elevator right at my destination.

Though the hallway was almost empty, I tried to slip out of the weird gaze that I was receiving from the numerous people out there. Rushing quickly towards the end of the hallway, where I remembered the cabin of a certain Kapadia to be, I didn't bothered to knock on the door once and barged in – with all the frustration that had been bottled up inside me I snapped,

"You, unbelievable person, why the hell didn't you call me?"

And yet again after that moment I was right,

Always think before you speak.

The big jolly heads of 3 people turned towards me, my target sitting on the large office table, with my brother and Veer sitting right opposite to him.

Their eyes studied me once... twice and then Veer cleared his voice and looked at, my brother as if to ask what was wrong, Naveen, as stupid as he was shook his head in negative.

While I, I just stood there, my eyes, moving around the room and went back to Jai who took a deep breath and went back to his work.

He freaking went back to do his work!

Take it as my melting point, for, even after making such a fool out of myself, I took hold of the door knob and twisted it open , with my gaze still on jai I said,

"Veer and Naveen out of this room now!"

"What did Jai do?" Veer questioned as his head began snapping form me to a very busy Jai and back to me.

"Veer I thought you might know the best of what cooperating means." I stated, my eyes narrowing at him, trying to make him realize how serious I was. But it seemed I lacked at communicating my anger as well.

"I don't take orders." He retorted back, but it seemed now that my brother could understand the gravity of the situation for he stood up buttoning up his suit, and took hold of Veer and walked out of the cabin.

Leaving me behind to sort this busy man with his life once in for all.

Taking up large steps, I walked closer to him, and stood there my eyes staring at him. Truly if it would have been me, I would have crept out of myself for the way I was staring at him. But he was some sort of expert in ignoring my presence for he didn't even flinch.

"I came to talk with you." I said.

While he kept on signing a sheet of paper, I took hold of my bag and kept it on the table, the area getting wet with the cloth being soaked with water. Yet he didn't even react again, he closed the file and took the other one.

"I came to know, what you said that day, what did it meant?" I questioned, my voice sounding as if I was testing the water.

And it shocked me, the way I was burning with rage inside, while I was as well scared of what he might say, or how he was behaving... it made me wonder what was more foolish and embarrassing - me barging in that way or me coming here to talk about something which might not even bother that much.

"Jai, do you –"

"I mean what I said that day." His voice cut me off in the middle of my question and it again surprised me to know that it somehow made me happy to know he really meant what he said.

"Jai..." I called out to him, but all of a sudden he closed his file and brushed his fingers through his hair and than for the first time after that outburst of mine he looked back at me.

"Mitali what are you doing here?" he asked as he took hold of me hand walked me towards the sofa and made me sit on it as he sat crouched down on his knees such that his face was leveled to mine.

"You ... You said,"

"I said I liked you Mitali, and no matter how many times you ask me about it, I will say the same thing... but this doesn't mean that you have to have the same feelings for me." His hands held onto mine in a small comforting grip which felt as if I was home.

The way his eyes bored into mine, the thumb of his as it made patterns on my knuckles gave me weird feelings in my stomach. Was it possible to feel this way? But that day I somehow knew I had to say something before he would walk out again on me.

We both took a deep breath in, me to muster up my courage to say what I had to, but he had once again beaten me up to it as he held my cheeks the same way he did back than on the porch of my dad's farm house with a small smile adoring his face.

"I don't know you very well the way anyone else does, but is it okay if I say I like you just for all of you, everything that makes you, you amaze me, it makes me feel giddy and happy to know how beautiful this girl is, and that's just me Mitali, I would never want you to be in a situation where you think of me as some weird guy and be pressurized by my feelings or anything... I mean,

"I am sorry for what I did that day, I know I should have said something but I sat there..." my eyes left his intense gaze not able to handle the powerful feeling that he had in them. "But Jai, anything you should know is that, I am not at all appalled by this confession of yours, if anything I was so curious that I couldn't sleep for nights."

He let out a chuckle as he stood up from his position and walked towards the window and stared out of it for a few minutes and asked,

"What is it that you want Mitali?"

A/n

Hii lovely people. 

I don't really know what to say about this whole chapter or the upcoming ones, as the story is progressing it feels weird to write it, there are so many emotions that I had never came across and just to write about it is so difficult. 

when I had written my other story "A bubble of happiness" the concept of that story had started with something that I had known I will be loosing soon in my life and I wanted to cherish it some way or the other, but when i began writing it I realized its difficult to write your feelings into a proper sequence... in a form of a story. 

we all have a story to narrate, I have as well, some keep on cooking in my mind day and night, where as some get down on this paper. 

Enchanted Pursual is once such story that survived somehow. I dont know what you all think about this... the characters, the plot, the dialogues, the events, everything. And it becomes difficult to write with same enthusiasm as earlier, with this lacking response from you all. 

hence a small request, if you have anything... any small thought when you read these chapters or this story, let me know, if not from comments than through messages, but please let me know, your words help me to understand if the words that i am delivering as delivered correctly or not. 

wish you all a very Happy Reading

Yadni Bagwe