Chapter 3 : The Purple Pen

Twelve days ago

Somewhere in New York City

Amara had hairs pulled in a ponytail in the darkness of her room, her penthouse was luxurious, big and empty. Her eyes were boring into her laptop screen on her study table, her eyes anxious as she furiously hit the keys after keys of the laptop, biting into her lips she waited for it to happen. If she gets this file she will ruin them all....oh this exciting! Her heart was beating faster than ever before.

Just more second and one more file, this was just not any file this was a list of all the black business association of international market politicians and businessmen of every most they had ties with India. In a few seconds, there would be a storm in all the politicians and businessmen house. There were few who were quite liberal with their domains and crossing the lines they shouldn't have but there was one file that may be Amara shouldn't have touched or may it was perfect that she did as she looks at the details. Yup! This would get her in trouble maybe her path will be cross with police...interesting new turn and new challenge but what she didn't know she will meet him.

Satya Chandrawanshi.

The Present Day, Delhi, India.

Amara was in a bus ride, she came to India for that special file to get in the bottom of this because she would love to poke the dragon in his eyes. The way Satya was handling this he doesn't know what is taken from that highly classified files. If he knew, that righteous idiot would have arrested her? Yes, yes he would. Stealing is stealing...remember? she smiled at the memory. Oh! Those days when life use to be uncomplicated...

Eight Years Ago...

She still remembers it was her ninth-grade final exam, they use share sitting arrangements with their seniors. This time nine grade was sitting with eleventh grade. She had a math exam and she had realized that she had her whole kit except for the very important thing....pen. She hit her head on her exam sheet. Shit! She asked for a pen from her friends even the one that was sitting beside her, her senior brother but nobody helped, not even if they have an extra pen.

"Misers!" She mutters to herself, pouting looking around chewing on her lower lip. The teacher finally noticed that she was not doing anything when she calls out her on it. Her cheeks got heated in embarrassment. I will die before I have my maths exam sheet blank. No way in hell I am failing in maths, all she ever love was maths and computer. Her passion was always targetted with single Mindedness, so she looks around that time her mouth was dry with nerves and she was waiting for the teacher to be distracted and she got just not one but two windows one a senior student had left his seat for in the back for a bathroom break and the second just after granting him permission the teacher mobile phone rang...great! She left the classroom and standing on the door instead. The teacher's eyes were still roaming the class after every second even she was on the phone. With her tongue darted out between her lips. She slipped down from her seat and turn on the ground, her back bent and keeping close the teacher won't see her, she went to the back pick the pencil kit of the student from his desk. She raised her eyebrows seeing his pen collection, but the purple one looked cute so she picked it and left the kit whereby was and took her seat back fast. Phew! she wipes the imaginary sweat dramatically and excitedly started to write her paper. For a second she steals a glance around her and everybody's was bent down to their paper. Ha! nobody saw her! She beamed and started writing.

Even she was a little bit late she completed her paper on time. When they were dismissed. Amara practically skipped outside of the classroom when a voice comes from behind her.

"I might need my pen back," He said in a neutral voice.

She made a semi-guilty face and turn to face him. The first thing that comes to her mind was how tall he was.

"Sorry! Here you go!" She wipes the pen out of her blue skirt pocket and handed it to him. Which he didn't take and just looked at it.

"You stole it, " He accused.

"Huh?! It just a pen! man!"

Way to be dramatic!

"First you stole my pen and there is no ink left! What did you write?" He asked finally snatching the pen from her hand.

Why he is growling like a bear? He looks kinda good but with that scowl...she was doubtful about his good looks.

"Look, dude! I didn't steal it I borrowed it without permission. It was Maths paper it's lengthy!" She insists and he was still glaring.

"Stealing is stealing no matter the reason,"

She rolled her eyes and took out lollipop orange flavours and stretch to him. How on earth did God make just an unkind and unforgiving people like this one?

"Here your compensation, it's my favourite flavour and I have only one left, "

He caught off guard by such an offer he took it from her and handed her the pen without realizing. 'Strange girl but cute,' he thought.

"What your name?" He asked curiously.

"Amara, You?"

"Satya,"