Ain't Meant For LOVE..!

Knowing Her

Damien’s P.O.V

The journey was tiring. It took almost fourteen hours to land here in New Delhi. I took my luggage as I headed towards the arrival waiting for Ron Selwar, my employee who was to collect the report on the matter I asked him. He took me to a car and we headed to a nearby hotel. I needed to rest a little but the anxiousness was making it difficult for me to take a nap. Having freshened up, we headed straight to the destination. It took another hour and we crossed the village we were supposed to visit and instead waited in the nearby town. The village had farms on either side making it more like a conservative area. I wasn’t sure whether the car would be able to get inside but people were still driving there.

Looking at the time, I realized its evening and I still haven’t texted Tasha but I decided to talk to her once I have wrapped up from here. We stopped outside a cafe and Ron called the person asking him to be here. After waiting for some ten minutes; there were five men that were heading towards us. They were tall and sturdy making me doubt. I mean we just asked the concern person so what was with the other men. Why were they here?

They halted at our table as I stood up and the middle guy shook hands with me. The others just nodded their heads in acknowledgement. We sat and gave our orders as I took time to study this man. He was tall, say 6’ something almost of my height. He had curly black hair with heavy body. He was white in colour and black eyes with thick eyebrows and beard. He looked more like a caveman. But then there was an old man more than 65 years of age accompanying him and they kept discussing something.

One thing was for sure, the caveman seemed to act on the old man’s advice.

“Hello, I am Damien. Damien Williams and I am here to make a documentary film and a book on something unique. I was wondering that women plights have always been discussed so I decided to go for a man’s suffering and I heard you can give me information about this.”

They all turned to Ron for translation as he finished telling them.

“Hi, I am Nirav. Nirav Kumar. This is my dad (Pointing to the old guy) Vijay and we are ready to share my story but first shall we discuss about the p*****t?” The caveman said hesitantly.

-‘Huh! So he is Nirav. What a man, he looks more like a troll.’-

“Yea sure. I am gonna pay you $10,000 as advance payment.” I said to them.

Hearing the amount they did some quick calculation, maybe converting the currency and seeing how much that would make in rupees. Vijay said something to Nirav and they seemed happy as their eyes lit up.

“That’s fair. So what do you wanna know?” Nirav said and I swear I already hated this bastard.

“Everything that made you suffer by your wife and in-laws.” I spoke keeping my eyes low as I didn’t want to see the guy sitting in front of me or I would have punched him right in his face.

“About that...? My wife was the cruelest woman I ever saw. She had the looks of an innocent girl, she acted innocent but she was totally opposite. She seduced men to bed them and demanded money. All she wanted was pleasure and money. She even made advances on my dad and in return asked me money. When I refused; she filed a case against us portraying herself as a victim. She even cried and begged in front of me and I almost believed her but then my parents showed me proof and witness.” He sighed loudly.

“Listen! He doesn’t know much. He used to stay away most of the times. I will tell you what that lady was.....” The old guy kept on and on and I was taking deep breaths to control my anger. He was crossing his limits by using insults and god knows what rubbish as I looked at Ron hinting him to make them stop.

When they did, I turned to Nirav and asked. “Where are the proofs?”

He nodded and taking some documents from his dad he passed me those. I handed them to Ron as they objected.

“Didn’t I pay $10,000? I would definitely have proofs so that I couldn’t be framed if they claim the story was fake or calls for defamation?” I seethed at them and they all went silent.

“Where are the witnesses?” I asked impatiently.

The other three men shifted in their chairs and said “Us.” One of them spoke then, “We had seen her. She is a double faced woman. Pretending to be sweet but was more than that. She was a w***e and couldn’t control herself around any men—“

“Enough!!!” He went overboard now. I stood up and left without giving them another glance.

Ron gave them my business card and hurriedly took me back to my hotel.

“Check for the authenticity of these documents.” I hissed at Ron.

“Yes sir.” He spoke in a low voice.

 I loosened my tie and rubbed my forehead. It went bad than I thought. I fished out my phone and saw missed calls and voicemails from Tasha. I smiled seeing her name. I was missing her now but will better surprise her when I would reach back. Putting the cell away I was concerned over one thing.

-‘What if, those things are true? What if, she really is something different?’-

I was pulled out from my thoughts as I felt my phone vibrated. I frowned looking at Zac’s name displaying on the screen.

“Yea?” I asked thinking why he was calling me now.

“Where the f**k you are? I am waiting here at Delhi Airport.”

My eyes bulged out. “Delhi airport? What the f**k are you doing here? Did you follow me?” I spoke angrily.

“Just cut to the point Damien. We can discuss the things later.” He spoke irritatingly.

-‘Why was he irritated? I never asked him to come here?’-

“JW Marriot Hotel. Just ask for me. I will be there in next 40 minutes.” I then quickly called the receptionist to accept Mr. Zac Nelson.

-‘Its gonna be a long day.’- 

Zac’s P.O.V

I was pacing into the hotel room now waiting for Damien to come back. I am hell worried about him. How could he do this? He came here without telling Tasha the truth. He is here to find about her past. I was furious since he told me he is planning it. He had no right to do it since he hadn’t told her about his past.

I still remember when he asked me to look for this girl and it was the first time he asked me to search about a woman. Then when I found nothing about her I was intrigued. It was the first time I failed in my task and then there was this constant feeling that said she might want to start a new life. I controlled myself from prying into her life. While I decided to talk about this to Damien I saw his happy self working in the kitchen. He looked the same eight year old Damien who would be so excited to work on his music project. I saw the way he was focused on his cooking, the smile he wore and a blush he had while he worked on his pasta recipe.

At first I was shocked but when I saw Tasha there, it didn’t take me long to add the two and two together. I would say they made a cute pair but I really sympathized Tasha inwardly as she didn’t have an idea as what was going on Damien’s mind.

Damien thought he needed just her body but I knew from the start where this was going. Though it was tough as I did find that Tasha wasn’t favoring any kind of relationship and it was safe to say that both had trust issues.

Now, when I thought everything was turning fine, Damien had to do this s**t.

“Looks like you need a rest.” Damien’s voice came from behind.

“No but what I really need is to know what the heck is going on here?” I glared at him.

He hung his coat and sat on the couch as I fixed us coffee. Sitting beside him, I waited for him to speak but he didn’t and passed me some document copies.

“They claim that she is a greedy woman and all she does is play with men and rob them off. These are the proofs about her.” He said exhaustively.

“Dude! Don’t tell me you gonna believe that s**t, these documents are fake and nothing else.” I could see these documents are forged but they looked real.

“I have asked Ron to send them to get tested and well they had witnesses.” He spoke averting his gaze.

“What the f**k man! You actually went to meet them all just because they all agreed about this s**t. How could you do that? You should have at least let her known about this but all you had to do was screw it up.” I put my coffee mug on the table with extra force and stood up pacing the floor and yelling at him.

“She was there standing at airport looking lost and you are still doubting her. Man! She doesn’t deserve to put up with another s**t face. She must have already had enough or why would she have left her home?” I hissed at him.

He just sat there lost in his thoughts. This man! He is unbelievable at times.

I rushed out of the hotel and started strolling outside. I was browsing through my contacts when I collided with someone. The f**k!

“I am sorry, I didn’t see where I was going.” I turned to look at the person and saw a young woman in late 20s stood there rubbing her left shoulder.

She was thin and tall with brown skin and black shiny long hairs. She had a small oval face with bow shaped lips and cute small nose. She looked so pretty with her blackish eyes and that adorable face. Dressed in black crop-top and blue denim with black converse, she looked hot.

Seeing my apologetic look, her face softened as she brushed it off. We shared our name and shook our hands. We decided to grab something for a while as I wanted to ask her about Delhi and she said she came here only to meet her friend.

When we reached a restaurant, we ordered according to her suggestion. She was a smart woman and lively too. She had ‘that look’ which was making her more interesting.

“So Manasvi, basically you too don’t have much idea about Delhi?” I asked her as we sipped on some beer.

“Well, I am from Maharashtra so yea. But I can still help you out. Wait!” she then scrolled and dialled a no.

“Hey Baby girl! Wassup? Hope I am not disturbing you. I have a friend here from New York and he was asking about some quick tour in Delhi.” She was talking a mix. of both the languages; English and Hindi.

The food was served as she cut the call. “Guess what? She would be texting me now and I will discuss it after the food is finished.”

She explained me the dishes and I would say I loved it. Indian cuisines are really delicious. Once we were out, she forwarded me the text as she started discussing about the plan.

“So, you say your friend is also in New York?” I asked her as we bought ice-creams from a stall.

“Yes, her name is Tasha Sharma and she works in Merbourn Enterprise. Something like that. It is the giant company there—“ I cut her off.

“Merbourn Enterprise? Are you sure?” I asked her making sure I heard it right.

“Yea! Isn’t it the best? She has recently been promoted as Personal Assistant to their CEO Damien.” She spoke proudly as I saw her face in awe. They were real friends; I could see the way she spoke highly of her friend.

“So, Tasha is your friend? How long have you known her?” I asked her licking away the ice-cream.

“So now you are interested in her?” she raised an eyebrow at me and I would say; she looked sexy.

“Hey! Not that way. Actually it will come as a bit surprise but I know Tasha. Damien is my best buddy so...” I gave her a wide grin.

“Wait! Did you just say you guys know each other? Woah! It really is a small world. Isn’t it? Tasha is also my best friend since high school. Actually we are a group of four and we are close friends.” She said and winked at me.

-‘Oh My god!’-

“Listen! Can I talk to you about something? But it should remain between us as it is related to Tasha. It would hurt her if you spill it out and that we don’t want, do we now?” I spoke hesitantly.

I mean common, they are best friends and there is a high possibility she would tell her but isn’t she the right person to start interrogation about Tasha’s past?

“What is it?” She spoke with worry evident on her face.

“Relax! It just that, Damien has some trust issues and he was given a report by some i***t saying Tasha was a fraud, bedding men and robbing off their money. He is concerned about been betrayed and so he came here but she doesn’t know anything about this and I hope you won’t tell her. Those guys’ her in-laws, handed some documents saying they are proof of her deeds and had witnesses who claimed to have seen her involving in such acts.” I tried explaining it to her.

“That’s bullshit! They have always framed her for something or the other. They were the one who tortured her, violated her, taunted and starved her. She had lived in hell the whole time she was living there. Even during the court trials they threatened her with their contacts and huge influence in power and politics. She underwent depression and I have seen her rising up from that state. As if that wasn’t enough they never left humiliating her after the divorce so she decided to leave the country for her good.” Her chest heaved rapidly in anger.

It was clear she was influenced by her friends’ condition and I was relieved to see that. So, I was correct about that and before I could prove it to Damien I would have to look for other witnesses too. I asked Manasvi and she said she would be more than happy to help.

Maybe, I will learn more about her in the coming time. I was happy to have collided with her.

Ben’s P.O.V

I went to have a drink with my friends. I was a bit frustrated as I saw Tasha and Damien together. She should be with me and not with that womanizer. I was angry as to what has she seen in him and why couldn’t she see it through me? I have loved her for so long.

Okay! It’s been 16 months but that is long for me and so to distract myself from her thoughts, I am here at my friend’s house drinking alcohol as his parents are away for a week and he bought some with a fake ID. I am lucky to have such friends who could be relied on whenever you need them.

“Suck it up bro. You are with that frown again. What’s bothering you?” My friend Phillip asked.

“How come woman can’t see who is right for them?” I asked him again for the fourth or fifth time? I lost count.

“Hell with it. I don’t give it a f**k. Why don’t you just let her go?” He asked again passing me the Doritos.

“She is different Phil. You should meet her someday.” I was again lost in her sweetness.

All those times when she would pass me that smile and laugh whenever I blushed. She didn’t see what effect she brought on me and her unawareness was more attractive. I mean there are women who know they are beautiful and then there is she who doesn’t know how f*****g beautiful she is. That innocence and those beautiful eyes can easily grab anyone’s attention.

At about 11 PM, I decided to go back to my place which was only two blocks away from here.

I took my jacket and opened the door, the cold air hitting my face making me close my eyes for a second. I quickly shut it from behind and yelled to him. After hearing him click the door shut; I started walking back to my place. I was still engrossed in my pain when a lady dashed into me as I stumbled and balanced myself.

I turned to my right to see who it was and there was a beautiful lady standing beside me as she brought her hand on my shoulder and rubbed it. It made me shiver. I looked at her face and saw she was in her thirties or something and her blue eyes were like a magic calling me in. I stared at her and forgot everything around me. She smiled brightly and called out my name.

“Ben... Oh Ben! How are you doing with this poor heart that is beating for someone who doesn’t even care?” she spoke in a sing-song way.

Now my mind was clouded by Tasha’s memories. Her face, eyes, smile, lips and actions that made me smile unknowingly but then Damien came into picture as I saw them going out, holding hands, and kissing each other and something snapped in me.

“I would never let that happen. I will never let Damien have her.” I scoffed.

“Oh young boy, I know what you should do. You will need to follow me.” She spoke with such motherly tone that I was moved and I dunno how but I was now nodding to her. I was already following everything she said and decided to help.

“Are you sure this will work?” I asked her in a monotonous voice.

“You don’t have to doubt it. Tasha will be yours at the end.” She spoke in a dreamy tone.

“I just want her safe and no harm done. Can you promise me that?” I asked nervously.

She just smiled confidently and I believed her. The plan sounded dangerous but I guess it is truly said- No pain, No gain.

I went to my place and lay on the bed thinking through the plan devised only few minutes ago.

-‘Just a couple more days love and then you will be here in my arms.’-

I smiled and hugged my pillow drifting into sleep.