She was a bright new theorist known for her strong head and revolutionary behavior… her admirers though were more interested in the sway of her hips while she moves than the storm of thoughts that she generated every now and then… her deep eyes were more the matter of the talks in the elite circle than the depth of her knowledge… it irritated her… but she knew there isn’t any wayout… she wasn’t exceptionally good looking but in the top naught institute there were few ladies enrolled out of them most were married … she was good to look at, bright in studies and on top of it available … available for any healthy discussion so she meant … available to be roped in by lavicious crowd they understood…
She knew it all and always alert on this… he had never seen it … never knew such things exist… and certainly never done it…
She saw him troubled with his sweating palm, lock of hair that was refusing to be tucked aside, grayness of the suit which looked out of place in the jet black crowd… he felt terrible… she could figure that out even from a distance… and this trouble in him actually insinuated her to reach out to him before he gets lost in the crowd so malicious…
He didn’t see her at once… he was too busy with himself to look at anyone…let alone be ladies… ladies… he is running away from… ladies who always admired him but never consoled him… ladies who gave him all the troubles and no solace… and yes he was running away from lot many things… including ladies… his academic interests pulled him from his small town to the capital and he thought this should be the only extent of his endeavor in the city… at least he hoped so…
As the lectures proceeded he got more and more comfortable in the setup… at the end of the day the hesitant in him had gone and the sharp observer , keen thinker was all over the place… his ideas were not to show off , so he stood out of the pseudo intellectual crowd that surround him.
They met at the cocktail dinner that followed… he remembered her lecture well and his own fine tuning of such made her marvel at many point… she figured the natural small town hesitation when he picked a juice over a cocktail and offered help… he saw her gulping wine and thought ... distance should be preffered… but he could not run away from her as she approached him towards the end of the party…
“Hey! Hey you … are you running away from me…”
“Nah! No.. not me… was just leaving…”
“Where to?”
“To the hostel I am staying at… they have provided accommodation for students… he smiles”
“Oh! Are you a student? Don’t kid me… I thought you must be staying at some hotel or at least in faculty guest house…”
“No lady, I am no faculty… I am still to get the degree…”
“So the hostel you are staying at… do they mind if I stay over…”
“Stay over… as in? Where?”
“At your room… see I am a bit tipsy and driver is long gone… I cant drive back home its better I stay at your place…”
The guy… goes pale… “I don’t know… cant say… as in…” humanity sake he would have helped her… but she is no human, she is a woman…
He knew when she says she will stay with him means he has no escape… oh yes! He knows the kind… a typical dictator…
While he contemplates and reiterates the whole situation a number of times… the wild in him sees the chance … he pushes all such thoughts aside and still they come back to him…
The lady seems unaware of this and starts walking… hey… come walk me to your hostel… and he walks with her silently…
They walk across the campus on lonely trails leading to the hostel… they don’t talk… she seems deep in her own thoughts as he fights with his wild self all along…
they reach the room …she sees a tidy room with papers on the table… on one side blank on another used… he was making notes before leaving for conference… the nicely sharpened pencils were sitting in a bunch at one corner of the table… she bows and picks the notes… starts reading….
He looks at her hesitantly... Shyly... Then makes the bed while she continue reading… he lies on the bed as she sits on the chair while still reading… he waits eagerly as he sees her picking the unused paper and starting to write… he keeps staring … gazing , as if looking at his prey… his catch for the day… she writes as he waits…
He gets up with strong ache in the whole body… what was I doing last night… he looks around she isn’t around… he reaches to the table… and there she is… a note that reads… “Thanks for the help… I got a new topic and my new paper is ready to publish today…”
The guy stood amazed whether to thank God or curse himself… or lodge a complaint of intellectual property right… but how would he justify his doing of last night…
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