….in continuation ofย The Price #1

No girl in her right mind would walk up to a stranger and ask him if he was a serial killer. Only she could do that. He almost smiled at the thought.

โ€œWell?โ€ she said again and raised her eyebrows. โ€œAre you?โ€

โ€œWhat? No!โ€ he exclaimed but tried to keep his voice low.

โ€œThen why are you following me?โ€ she asked and raised her palm to silent him when he opened his mouth to defend himself. โ€œDonโ€™t deny it. You and I both know itโ€™s true.โ€

Yeah, it was true. Denying wasnโ€™t an option. All he needed to do was come up with a good reason to convince her that he had no hidden agenda or some bad intention of harming her in any way.

โ€œLook,โ€ he tried to sound convincing. โ€œI think there has been a misunderstanding. Itโ€™s not what it looks like. I was just sketching andโ€ฆ.โ€

Think fast, moron!

His eyes went to the book on the table. โ€œAnd I am writing a book!โ€ he said. Fake interest oozed out from his every word but he just prayed she didnโ€™t see through him. โ€œYour appearance matches the profile of the main character. So I was making a sketch of her and thatโ€™s why I followed you. I am sorry I made you uncomfortable. But I am not a psycho stalker or anything if thatโ€™s what youโ€™re worried about,โ€ he said in a rush and mentally kicked himself for not coming up with something better than this lame excuse. The wheels were already turning in her mind. The way her gaze had turned piercing was evidence of that.

Of course, she doesnโ€™t believe me! I am such a fool.

ย He was about to speak again but she abruptly plopped herself down in the chair on his opposite side.

โ€œGive me your sketchbook,โ€ she said, reaching out with her hand. He could hear the annoyance in her voice. โ€œI want to see. You made a sketch of me and now you owe me. The least you could do is show me your sketchbook and tell me about your book.โ€

He was just half listening. She was here, sitting with him and talking to him. He couldnโ€™t believe it. Like always, he was lost in her exquisite eyes.

Too many emotions. His heart was bursting with too many emotions. His heartbeat turned rapid and it was an effort to keep breathing. He could smell her lavender perfume. So many memories assailed him at once. He never thought heโ€™d talk to her again. The desire to ask her if she remembered him was strong to the point of making his heart combust. But he of all people knew the answer to that question. So it was pointless to ask her. It would feel nothing less than using his own hands to rub salt on his fresh wounds. By keeping his question to himself, he would do a great favour to his own sanity. He remembered her though. It would have been a mercy for him if he too had forgotten everything. But she was carved on his soul for eternity.

What was he doing? He was supposed to stay away. Even sitting with her right now was a big mistake. He was afraid. Afraid of answering, if she kept on asking dangerous questions.ย  Afraid of what was in store for them, if he wonโ€™t be able to hold back anything.

* * * * * *

She didnโ€™t believe him a bit. Writing a book? Really? On top of that he told her that he made a sketch of her. Was it too much of a hassle to ask for her permission?

I am sure he is lying about the sketch too!

He didnโ€™t look like a dangerous person. But she wasnโ€™t taking any chances. She would still scream if she found anything wrong. She wasnโ€™t going to trust him so easily.

Really? Then why are you sitting with him? She asked herself.

Honestly, she didnโ€™t know. Being in his company felt familiar. She knew she wasnโ€™t making any sense by contradicting herself. But she couldnโ€™t help it. It felt like an invisible string was pulling her to him. She wanted to trust him. Anyways, she would find out if he was telling the truth. All she had to do was see his sketchbook.

Her hand was still stretched out. But it looked like he wasnโ€™t even aware of it. He was looking at her like he was looking inside her mind and soul. Like he was not seeing her face but seeing through her. But there was something on his handsome face that wasnโ€™t there before. Just like bright sky getting cloaked by dark clouds all of a sudden. He appeared zoned out to somewhere unpleasant.

She tried her best to remain calm and jiggled her fingers to get his attention. He broke his stare and placed his sketchbook in her outstretched hand. His hand shook a little but he curled it into a tight fist.


ยฉsakshi~the escapist, 2017

Original image source:ย Open Church

Category:ย Story series

Previous parts:ย The Price #1


45 thoughts on “The Price #2

    1. Yayyyy! You came back!!! I missed you, Jeni dear! Thank you so much, honey, for your interest in this series and thank god you liked the overall persona of characters. Though a lazy person, I actually spent time in developing them. Especially the guy ๐Ÿ˜‰ Thanks again, Jenni ๐Ÿ˜˜๐Ÿ˜˜

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