The Love-addict - Chapter 11

 

                          It was pitch- dark. As he groped for the lights’ switch and switched on the light, he realized that the lights had gone out. Maybe, Samaira had got scared of the darkness and pressed the switch. But was she awake then? It was 2.15 a.m. With a sense of foreboding, he knocked politely on her room’s door and asked softly, “Samaira, do you need something?” There was no response. He of course, wouldn’t know that she had taken a sleeping-pill and dozed off. After a few more knocks and queries, he was tired and returned back to his room. 

                      He crashed on to the bed and slept soundly till 8 a.m. when he heard the door-bell ringing incessantly. It was the maid. He rushed down-stairs and opened the door for the startled lady. She thought, “Hai Ram, had this person stayed there over-night? Had her mistress and …..” She winced as the thought struck her that he was Samaira’s brother-in-law. Had she become so desperate?

                        

                       She instantly became business-like and asked him if he would like to have tea or coffee. Mercifully, he didn’t appear to be drunk. He told her that he’d freshen up and be back downstairs in ten minutes. She couldn’t resist asking him about the whereabouts of her mistress. “Where is Samaira Bibiji? Is she still sleeping?” \

                       He shrugged and said, “Maybe, because her door is still shut.” The maid inwardly heaved a huge sigh of relief. So they had slept in different rooms; though it was none of her business! She now looked at Rohan respectfully. Here was a real man with his values right in place. He wasn’t the one who took advantage of nubile, lonely young girls.

                       
                         Rohan went to his room, showered, dressed and emerged, fresh and raring to go. He had to leave at least by 8.30 a.m., go to his friend’s place, take his luggage and rush to the station. His train left at 10 a.m. As he looked at Samaira’s closed door, he sighed. Sleeping beauty, he thought naughtily. Before, his thoughts could stray, he reined them in firmly. 

                         He was relieved that he had kept his sanity intact, last night. He conceded though, that it was only due to that closed door. If that door had opened last night, when he knocked on it, he wouldn’t have been able to look at himself in the mirror, ever! Nor into Amisha’s eyes! She trusted him completely. He didn’t want to betray her trust. And his faith!       

To be continued.....

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