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Mornings and afternoon were tedious, evenings were awaited and nights turned into wizardy portal. He infected me with his smile. He cured me with his words. I could feel his whisperse in my mind directing my routine. He had taken a control over me because i allowed it. Those delicate desires penetrated my heart and his fragnance ran in my blood. His voice echoed in the tranquil restoration of heart. In the sea of life, the wave of emotions carried me. I don't know where these emotions would take me but i was sure that i will find my shore.
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I waited for him outside the cafe. His car halted before me. I opened the door and was surprised to find his driver clutching the steering wheel.
"Maam, sit behind. Ayan sir has told me to fetch you." He said kindly.
"Why did he send you to pick me?" I enquired.
"Dont know maam."  His reply added oil to my anger.

He promised to come himself and now I am here with his driver going somewhere that i haven't gone before. The car entered his company's premises. I was spellbound. This is the place where he works! Who wouldn't want to? The sceanic beauty captivated me. The tall palm trees and gardens on either side. The smooth road. The lofty artificial fountain that cascaded in the pool beneath. The gushing of water was in tune with the melodious swaying of palm trees. The beautifully paved foothpaths. The daffodils, petunia, marigold, rose and other flowers which i didn't knew the names of, lined the gardens seperating it with footpath.

"Is this the company?" I asked the driver. I was enchanted.
The driver smiled and said, "no maam, this it the residential area for the officers of the company. Here we arrive at the tennis court." He pointed out and directed me to go straight inside.

My feet were shaky. Breaths heavy and droplets of water hung on my forehead. The entrance was massive. There must be players and spectators inside. How am i going to find him in the crowd? I don't know anybody here.

I entered the lawn. I have seen Sania Mirza playing tennis in the television and this tennis court seemed to be the exact replica of it. Before i could exhale an air of magnificense Ayan shouted "farha, come here."

He was at a distance with two other men. I saw him aproaching and his fellowmates eyed both of us with suspicion. Apart from four of us there was nobody else in the court. I felt relieved. He stood infront of me and said, "sorry, i came late from the office so couldn't pick you up. Was my driver on time?" 

He was panting hard, drenched in sweat and his face glowed with a ting of red and white. Suddenly his expression changed. "You have come to play tennis in salwar suit. How stupid of you farha."

I looked at my dress. Yes i was stupid. I was eager to meet him and everything else was secondary. Before I could give any explation for my breach of dresscode, his fellowmates encircled us.

"Meet my friends- kaushik bhattnagar, senior manager, cost and audit department and Rahul Juneja senior consultant in the same department" . he introduced me to his friends in a formal manner and that made me uneasy. I didn't knew why i was there among the top officials of the company. To play! No I am not going to make a fun of myself over here.

"Nice to meet you, sir. My name is Farha Ahmad from blah blah university. 2nd year in graduation." I said attempting to be formal. Both the men shared an impish smile. I felt uncomfortable. All I knew that Ayan was there though he too was amused by my introduction.

"Stop scaring her, Ayan. She wont play then." Kaushik exclaimed. They all laughed.
"Dont be stressed, farha. They are my friends not boss." Ayan smirked.

Both the men went back to the court but Ayan still stood there gazing me.

"So you wont play today, right?" Swirling the racket in his hand.

"Who said?" I retorted tieing the dupatta to my waist. I Folded my hair in bun. "Let me show them that I am not afraid to take challenges." I bragged looking disdainfully at his so called friends.

A bright smile lit up his face. "Are you sure?" He asked.

"100 percent. What about you?" I asked with coyness.

He gave me the racket as if it was the award for my bravery and said,
"Lets do it."
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*Will Farha will live up to her words?*
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