Chapter 4 Sparks fly

After collision all that left to deal with was the aftermath. I didn't know the impact of colliding to the hard muscles could be this brutal.

I never knew a fateful collision with this person would imbalance my life itself.

Looking back now I wonder what would have happened, if we could have never collided.

Was it fate or a mere mistake? It's futile to ponder.

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Mere moments ago I was tired and frustrated clutching these stupid bags.

All my shopping bags were scattered on the floor. My phone was lying on the floor like a dead body. Cracked display, back cover and battery scattered far away from my line of sight.

Shit, now I have to repaired this phone again! Oh lord rip my bank acoount.

It was quite a floor show to be honest.

As I looked around and saw many pair of eyes zoned in my direction. I have always hated being the center of attention and especially in an embarrassing situation like this.

Mother earth please open up and swallow me. I saw the one in the jacket stopped still in his track and so did his companions. He has not turned around yet.

If I would not had trapped in high heels then I am sure until now I would have ran out of the mall like an athlete practicing for the Olympics.

Irony is, actually I was preparing myself to be the best track athlete but that's a story for another day.

I knew about the reactions I was getting from my surrounding being utterly conscious and unsure regarding the reaction I was going to get from the jacket one.

"What the fuck!" some one shouted and if I was not mistaken then it must be from him. Even his words were full of arrogance yet his voice sounded so smooth just like velvet.

And then the person decided to turn and face the culprit which was obviously me.

A scowling man not much older than me decided to fix his hawk like piercing gaze on me.

Did I turn mute ?

Did I turn deaf??

Did the Earth just stop moving for a second?

Or did my heart skip a beat?

No I was really not exaggerating. In that mere split seconds my body did experienced all those sorts of things.

I was very thankful that my eyes were working really fine.

Thank God, for not turning my vision blurry in this moment. My eyes were busy in reading his handsome features.

Nope I think drooling would be the appropriate replacement .

Such a marvelous face, decorated with so intense eyes which were sparkling with deep black dark pools. Perfect long slim nose, thin lips augmented his mouth.

This young man was clean with zero signs of stubble. Chiseled cheekbones, enhancing a strong squared jawline.

His cheeks appeared deliciously edible.

Shit ! where did that thought came from?

His short, straight glossy black hair was neatly arranged, some of them falling over his forehead radiating a rocking yet professional look.

I wanted to run my fingers over his hair, but then I instantly kicked that thought out of my system. His fair complexion spread over his and tall lean frame.

Ripped jeans, Ray ban tucked in the white v neck shirt at front, covered in black leather jacket, he looked like a rebel among the group of suits.

This guy was breathtakingly handsome and then I realised that I was not breathing. What's wrong with me today?

Fucking everything.

I took a deep breath to fill up my vacant lungs.

"I..I...I am so sorry " I finally managed to kick out some words from my mortified body. He decided to stay silent instead. His gaze scrutinized my appeal. I wished he should at least speak something. I wanted to hear him again. It's a sunny day and the ACs in the mall were also working fine but instead of everything, I realized that I was sweating. I don't know how much time we stand still together, and started at each other. I was anxiously waiting for his response.

Moments passed and he was still being silent like the calm before the storm.

I was not even speaking anything and the situation was suddenly started getting weirder. So to avoid this awkward situation I bent down and started picking up my bags ,very difficultly without any external assistance. I managed to pick a the bags from which most are Chris's. While I was searching for my battery I felt a sudden zap of electronic spark course through my body at the contact of my hand being held by someone to give me my battery and back cover.

Curiously I looked up to see who's the person, I saw deep black pools staring at me. It was him. The odd one in the jacket.

For the first time in my life of eighteen years, I felt the spark, zapping through my spine as both of our skin came in contact.