Eyes are a facade, aren't they?

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Sometimes life gives you an intention to explore aspects and sometimes it doesn't! But what arises When it doesn't?

Neel was being Neel, driving harsh on the road as he is going to hit someone or better going to kill me!

Because I was too occupied in contemplating all the sights outside of my window. To let know the universe about my existence or maybe not.

I have no idea why I am voiceless this time. It's like words are waiting to be out from my mouth but The aura around him can't let it!

His eyes were dark as always.
Too narrowed when they were focusing on something. Suddenly, I heard a chuckle.

It was he! He was chuckling.
I didn't inquire. Maybe there was no reason for me to inquire or maybe I was afraid to accept that he might be snickering at me as most people do.

Then he took out his cell phone and started speaking. Of course, he is acting as I am not here or I don't belong here with him!

He conversed for some time, chuckled again and cut off the call. Still, we have not spoken a word to each other. We both have our pride,  I guess. I didn't yearn for it because he was doing it purposely and he wasn't because?

"Don't drool over me!"
I snapped.

And glancing outside the window. Yes, that's what I was babbling about; he will anyhow find a way to make me feel like an ignoramus.

If I didn't open my mouth to say anything; he will again speak up something to make me demolish.

"What will be our topic?? " I cautiously asked.

He peeked at me, met his eyes with mine then perked up from head to toe until I turned into a jellyfish who would splash anytime soon if he didn't stop this!

And again he started chuckling!
Damn him and his chuckle!
"What kind of girl are you? We are in the car and all you could have thought about our project? Oh, maybe you are doing this purposely to seek my attention?"

"What???" What does he even want to let out?

And at that time, the car has already stopped. We have reached our destination at his house. but I didn't get what he was trying to say?

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His house was not just a regular house in California, it was a big mansion. Or maybe a palace??? Nah! It must be a hotel? Or maybe a resort??? Oh, I can't even decide what kind of property it is!

he clasped my hand and intertwined our fingers as it doesn't mean anything! But I am going to snatch away,  I quickly slipped it away from his hand. When he was trying to hold it again; the front door opened with a baffling sound.

I saw a maid welcoming him to his most precious house. Suddenly, I felt so small.

The air around wasn't syncing with me and a lot of blossoms of the garden sidelined me by the mere thought of my presence.

The maid met my eyes, and in her eyes, I could see the amusement. The air around me didn't feel so small from the past year's the way it is behaving now.

All I could discern was the white lights in the house when I was feeling black from inside. I was uneasy at the thought of seeing his house. I have never seen such a house like this before, if I could touch something then they will warn me but what's the matter of this?

They have all the luxury of life. I saw how the chandelier was shining brightly the way it had captured the aroma of the room in itself and all the paintings on the wall making it the vintage of all the desires.

Before I could proceed further to glance upon, "you must be discerning this all the first time that's why you are astonished, am I right?"

I could sense the taunt in the voice of her mother! She was not Indian, I could recognize it from her appearance, perhaps she is an American.

"Mother, can you inform us if the diner is ready so we can be done with all these interrogations?"  His voice was pale.
They were barely making an eye-contact and I could sense they are not each other fans! 

"Why? Of course, darling now doesn't behave shabbily!" With that, she walked away. her big blue eyes were sparkling with the thunder and her black gown was perfectly fitting her all curves. I must say she has well maintained because she doesn't look like the mother of Neel.

"Well well is that my boy over there?" He is a total replica of his father! Everything about him matches with his father. His features, his way of walking, everything was approximating. They were the perfect father-son duo from the big business magazines.

"Yes, I am here. now can we start already?" 

Why is he so striving about the dinner? Is he really hungry or he just can't accept my prominence near him!

"Of course! Peter set the table!
Everyone started following his orders when Neel was busy rolling his eyes. His mother was already there perched like a queen, his father was on the prominent chair where the head of the family sits!

I gulped. My inner voice was instructing me to run away, my heart was thumping fast. Everything was so accurate that my one bad move will spoil everything.

I was fidgeting, sweating and rubbing both hands because I was feeling very cold.

I felt a hand on the back and in the next moment, it was rubbing me, before I could realise anything; he was guiding me already to the table.
he isn't that terrible, is he?

When we were all seated, I observed that there is something wrong; the food on the table was not for only four of us, ten more people could eat from it.
There was no Indian dish on the table which made me disappointed!

Though from Neel's expressions I could read that we both agree on the same thing.

" You saved  our Son, regard it as a delight!"

That was the only audible sound I heard before everyone started eating. Really? Is that what he got to announce? I wanted to scream that I do not need your delight! I helped him out of humanity.

What kind of reasoning have these people? aren't they old enough to understand, if they wanted to be grateful to me, they could have confessed it! But no!!!! Why would they do that? wouldn't it make them less powerful? To be grateful to someone like me!

"And what's your name again?" His mother was now fake grinning at me. What's wrong with this family? Does money matter after all! Can't they just simply show gratitude to me if they are expecting anything! I mean that was the only reason for inviting me here right!

"Julia,  " I replied without making any variation in my tone.

"Ah, Julia unique name. So where do you live in India?" Now we are on talking terms. Let's see how far it can get!

"In Nagpur, near to Mumbai,"

" Oh yes, it is near to Mumbai. I must advise that it's a lovely place to visit!" at least this comment of her made me warm a little.

"What do your parents do?" Now this question popped out of nowhere!

"They work of course!" That was the curt answer to their question.

"What kind of work?" Why his father is too much interested in it?

"Dad can we be done with this already we have to start our project!" This was the actual good time of my life when I could be thankful for him.

"Alright!"

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Dinner is accomplished already. After Neel's demand, his father never asked a question and his mother never noticed me. We are upstairs now in his room. Well, let me tell you this would be the last place where I wanted to be right now, but  I'm so exhausted from everything and we still have to start our project!

I was on his bed, books were all around me; finding any way to get away from this! There are not many days left and everything about not doing make me believe about losing my scholarship cannot transpire, at least not In this life.

And where was he?

He's not encouraging! He was near the window looking outside. There were so many impressions running in my mind but what can I do now?
Unexpectedly, I smelled something, the aroma of a cigarette! Great just great, he lit a cigarette and started smoking while lurking outside the window!
Why the hell I am here if he is not going to do anything! This whole drama of dinner was so ridiculous and I have not taken a nap since early morning.
While all he can do is lit a cigarette!

"What the hell is wrong with you! Are not you are going to work on it?" I asked him cautiously. Because at that time his presence could become disturbing for me.

"Can you tell me How are you feeling at this moment?" What is wrong with him! Is he drunk? Or has he lost his brain?

"Does that even matter?" This time I glimpsed into his eyes which were young and broke.

Why is he asking me these varieties of questions when it doesn't matter! If it does then I wouldn't be here in the first place!

"Yes, can you tell?" I want to punch him hard on his face. I wanted to declare openly, but I went for the tricky answer.

"I am thankful, that at least I am not like you!" Yes! I am very much thankful for myself that I am not like him.

He chuckled, a deadly one! And before I could snap on him again he opened, his mouth once again, " There are layers beneath you, there are layers beneath me and behind these layers, we all are black Julia, we all are black!!!"

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