Eshaan walked with Kabir and Kavita out of the venue but he kept looking around. He hoped he sees the mysterious Monica again. Kabir got suspicious as they walked through the parking lot. He inquired if everything was alright and Eshaan replied in affirmative. Even Kavita got slightly worried but Eshaan assured her everything was fine. After that, he stopped fidgeting around. They reached the posh Royal Royce. Kabir walked around the car while Eshaan opened the back door for Kavita. She smiled at him and got into the car. The driver also got into his seat. Kabir ignored Eshaan but Kavita waved at him. Eshaan waved back. He took a step back and tugged his palms into his trouser pants and watched the car speed away.

After the car had disappeared Eshaan sighed and turned around. He walked towards the area where he had parked his car. He stopped in front of a white Mercedes and took out his car key. He unlocked the car and it beeped. Eshaan sighed and walked to the driver's seat. He opened the door and sat inside. He ignited the engine and drove out of the parking lot. All the while his mind pre-occupied.

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Eshaan parked his car in the parking lot of his building. Even though Eshaan was getting decent pay but he preferred the simple life. Yet living in a two BHK apartment in Mumbai wasn't easy especially for the pocket. He was grateful for Kabir's generosity. But everything comes at a price especially when it is something to do with Kabir. He was one of the most selfish men Eshaan encountered in his life. Even Eshaan himself was selfish but not cruel as Kabir.

Eshaan unlocked the door and entered his apartment. He closed the door behind him and untied his shoes. As he bent to pick up his shoes a tissue paper fell from his pocket. He smiled picking it up. Still, her strong perfume lingered on the piece of fragile paper. He hadn't smelt it back at the bar because he didn't want to look creepy. But now when he was alone, he brought the tissue paper to his nose and inhaled her scent.

'Wonderful.' Just like the aura around her, and her beautiful legs even her fragrance aroused him.

He placed his shoes on the shoe rack and straightened. Removing his coat, he hung it on the hanger pressed to the wall. He unbuttoned his shirt as he walked into the room and removed his car keys and mobile from his pocket and placed them on the table. Then, he removed his shirt and walked towards the laundry bag which was placed in one corner of the room. He tossed his shirt into the basket and unbuckled his pants. Tossed them inside as well. Eshaan massaged the back of his neck as he walked towards the wardrobe. He took out his shorts and closed the door.

After freshening up, he wore his shorts and walked out of the bathroom. The bathroom was inbuilt in his bedroom. The building might not look posh but inside the rooms are spacious. In Eshaan's room, there was a Queen-sized bed with a huge wooden bedpost. It had beautiful delicate designs done on it. There were a long night lamp and two-bed side table beside the bed.

A dressing table facing the bed and a laundry bag under the window. Eshaan opened the curtains and stared out. For some reason, Monica's beautiful face swam before his eyes. Her gorgeous smile, her twinkling hazel eyes. Her skin was flawless, not even a blemish. Or perhaps that was make-up. Eshaan sighed deeply. Then, he turned around and walked towards the dressing table. He picked up his phone and skimmed through the contacts. He paused on her name. He debated in his head as his thumb hovered over the call option. But he decided otherwise and exited the contacts.

Tomorrow was Sunday and so he can relax whole day, maybe he will call her tomorrow. Hopefully, they could meet. He smiled at the thought. He sat on the bed, his mind still restless. A small two-minute meeting did this to him, he wondered what would happen if he met her for a longer time. Eshaan shook his head and climbed on the bed. He lay on the bed and pulled the duvet till his chest. He moved his arm back and rested his head on it. He blinked at the ceiling watching the ceiling fan rotating at full speed and sighed.

'Monica.' He whispered and felt his heart skip a beat.

Interesting...

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Next morning, Eshaan woke up to some sound. He frowned shifting in bed. He sat up on the bed rubbing his eyes. He was clueless about the sound.

'Haww!!' He heard a familiar overdramatic voice and he rolled his eyes.

'Shumi.' He said looking front of a woman dressed in typical Marathi saree. She held a broom in one hand and covered her eyes with the other. Eshaan smirked when she said

'Sahebji, at least wear a shirt when you are sleeping.' She said and peeked with one eye and closed it quickly. Eshaan yawned and stretched. She looked at him and then looked away again.

'Murkha Mulaga (Stupid Boy)' She said under breath.

Eshaan smirked widened as he climbed down the bed, - 'Actually, I was sleeping naked and now I wonder where my pants are.' He pressed his lips to stop his smile when he heard her gasp loudly. She looked at him and frowned on seeing him dressed in only his boxers.

'Sahebji, why are you pulling my legs.' She said, her cheeks turning red. Eshaan smiled shaking his head. Shumi was relieved when he wore a yellow vest. She continued to chatter as she cleaned his room.

Shumi was working in the building even before Eshaan shifted here. She was roughly four years older to him and behaved more like a friend than a house-maid. She said it was a special treatment for Eshaan, but he knew she was good-natured and behaved friendly with everyone. It was a quality in her that he liked. He has seen his mother suffer the bickering maids and so he hates them and is relieved to have Shumi as his house-maid.

Another quality he admires in Shumi was her positive nature. Even with a drunkard abusive husband and three children she was always smiling. Eshaan helps her financially whenever she asks for help, other than that he doesn't interfere in her personal life. Since he stays out of the house for most of the time she has spare house-keys. She cleans the place and also cooks food for him in his absence.

Eshaan showered and got dressed in a simple white tank top and black track pants. He has intended to stay home for today unless his plans change. He looked at the time, it was nearly one. There was no point of eating breakfast and so he decided to eat brunch instead. He slumped on the double sofa with his legs on top and stretched. He propped himself on the elbow as he watched a football match on the big LCD TV. He smelt the aroma of Shumi's awesome cooking and felt his stomach rumble.

After an excruciating one hour, Shumi called Eshaan for food. He tossed the remote on the sofa and leaped from his seat. He eyed the food hungrily as he walked towards the dining table. All the while massaging his stomach.

'Sahebji.' Shumi giggled watching him. Eshaan flashed a quick smile before taking his seat. He plated his food as Shumi took his leave.

'Goodbye.' He called over his shoulder.

'Goodbye, Sahebji.' She replied closing the door as she walked out of the apartment.

After Eshaan had his food and the football game was over there was nothing to do. He used the gym on the top floor of the building and returned to his home. Once again in this loneliness, he was reminded of Monica. He grabbed his phone and clicked on her name in his contact list. This time he didn't debate and straight away called her. As the phone rang he felt his heart beat increase and began to have second thoughts. He was about to cut the call when her sweet seductive voice answered from the other side.

'Hello!' 

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Eshaan is so bowled over by Monica that he can't stop thinking about her *Smirks* That is Monica's charm.

Now, that she has picked up his call I am wondering what will happen next ;) What are your thoughts, my lovelies? Drop in your comments, please *smiles*