33 chapter 33

The soft skin that felt as tender as the thin layer of silk...

The unique non-simulated aura vaguely similar to the distant sweet clover of orchids...

The soft petite moulds...

The ridiculously smooth tangling bangs...

And those hazel eyes pouring out abhorrence right into his stance...

He jerked out of his bed from the annoyingly empowering images that had been haunting him constantly. He looked around the mess of his room in his lonely Mumbai flat. And as if the mess wasn't enough, he rushed out his bed in a rage and in the next few minutes of the morning was filled with loud yells, dismantling and disorientation of the rest of the things, loud thumping of the door which was all followed by his body-guards and servants being promoted into a higher grade of punching bags.

It had been two weeks since that night happened; two weeks should be enough to get over a freaking scent of someone but the weird combination of orchids and the chlorine in that room filled with medical equipment must have vowed to never leave his senses. & he hated it. He hated the situation he was stuck in; he hated his constant immobility as opposed to his travelling passion; he hated the sudden enthralling affect the whole situation has on him and above all, he hated himself for hating the look in her eyes more than anything else---The look that held disgust and wrath righteously directed towards him and he hated to be at the receiving end of it; all because of what he had done.

It was an impulsive decision actually--- such a decision which can be considered as an instant trigger to the mind's thought process. Most of the times, the decision is being made after being well thought of; however certain decisions are made out of impulsive determination. Such decisions does have after effects, however if the determination overpowers everything else, and the immediate results are too worthy to be ignored, one cannot really overlook such impulsive decisions. And Anrav was no exception to this. When Angad first suggested it, he freaked out, he was furious beyond a limit and the fury was more directed at the realization being imposed on him, that she might not react to anything else other the act of assault in such an immediate way. And they knew so little about her that he couldn't even contradict on that to his satisfaction. The fact that there was least bit of a chance to get her back overshadowed everything else and the decision was made.