and the question came to him naturally.
She rubbed her hands together and started, 'Well, I am an extrovert. I do not keep things to myself. I express what I feel in several forms of art. Except singing; I'm really bad at that. I write poetry, but don't show it to others. I write blog posts, but no one reads them, except this guy by the alias taciturnaficionada. I think he stalks me, but I do not mind. I have never had any follower my entire life. I love painting and dream of a day when I would have to do nothing in life except paint.'
'So you want to make a living out of painting?' Arjun asked.
'I just want to paint. And since making a living out of something is an obligation in order to place food on the table, I won't mind doing it through painting. Though, I do not know how that is going to work; I never sell my paintings.'
'And why is that?'
'I just don't. While painting them, I form a certain connection and cannot see them part from me.' She made a face. 'That's how interior designing comes in-to earn. I agree that it is fun too, and I have grown to love it, but for me it's still basically about a pay packet,' she explained.
'Why is money so important?' he asked. He fought against it, but his lips still formed a thin line of disapproval.
'Because I want to go to Paris,' she stated simply.
'Paris? Why?' He was confused.
'Because Paris is awesome, why else? Anyway, where's the waiter? I am starved. Will you think of me as gawaar if I order Indian food? I really do not want anything to do with Italian or Thai right now.'
'I'll have the same,' Arjun said, silently appreciating her for choosing Indian food.
They summoned the waiter and placed their orders. Surprisingly, his hunger had disappeared as soon as the topic of money had come up. He knew it was his problem, not hers, but he still could not make himself understand that this girl was different.
'Now, your turn-tell me about yourself,' Shambhavi asked. 'And not the stuff that is already on Google, because I know all of that already'
'You Googled me?'
'Yep. Didn't you Google me back? You would not have found much, but still. People do that nowadays, to find other people on social networks and places like that,' she explained. She looked surprised at the fact that he did not already know about all that she said.
'No, I did not search you on Google,' he replied.
'Never mind. I told you about me anyway. So tell me-all good hidden things about you. Something that no one else knows.'
'I do not know how to do this. I am just a regular person. There is nothing extraordinary about me, nothing to tell.'
'Oh, don't kid me. There is nothing regular about you, okay? When I first met you, I thought you had a red room of pain hidden somewhere,' Shambhavi said and winked at Arjun. The humour was lost on him. He stared at her with a blank expression.
'What?' he asked.
'Arey, like Christian Grey, from the Fifty Shades trilogy!' When the look on his face still did not change, she explained,'He was into BDSM, and had a room for that. I compared you to him because you have kind of a dark air around you, too, like there is something you are hiding, under that gorgeous exterior of yours.'
'There's something dark about me?' Arjun asked, as the food was served.
'I used to feel so, but I don't know. You seem okay from up close.'
They started eating and for the next few minutes, there was silence at the table except for the rhythmic clinking of cutlery. From the look on her face, she was satisfied with the food, and so was he.
'I'm sorry. It must be such a turn off to see a girl hogging down food like this, but my lunch was overdue, and I had not had breakfast this morning,' she explained him between bites.
'I do not mind. In fact-it's quite the opposite. Watching you eat is better than seeing you play around with food on your plate and eventually wasting it.'
'Why would I do that?'
'I don't know. Girls do that. They order things and do not eat. Ultimately, the hotel
She rubbed her hands together and started, 'Well, I am an extrovert. I do not keep things to myself. I express what I feel in several forms of art. Except singing; I'm really bad at that. I write poetry, but don't show it to others. I write blog posts, but no one reads them, except this guy by the alias taciturnaficionada. I think he stalks me, but I do not mind. I have never had any follower my entire life. I love painting and dream of a day when I would have to do nothing in life except paint.'
'So you want to make a living out of painting?' Arjun asked.
'I just want to paint. And since making a living out of something is an obligation in order to place food on the table, I won't mind doing it through painting. Though, I do not know how that is going to work; I never sell my paintings.'
'And why is that?'
'I just don't. While painting them, I form a certain connection and cannot see them part from me.' She made a face. 'That's how interior designing comes in-to earn. I agree that it is fun too, and I have grown to love it, but for me it's still basically about a pay packet,' she explained.
'Why is money so important?' he asked. He fought against it, but his lips still formed a thin line of disapproval.
'Because I want to go to Paris,' she stated simply.
'Paris? Why?' He was confused.
'Because Paris is awesome, why else? Anyway, where's the waiter? I am starved. Will you think of me as gawaar if I order Indian food? I really do not want anything to do with Italian or Thai right now.'
'I'll have the same,' Arjun said, silently appreciating her for choosing Indian food.
They summoned the waiter and placed their orders. Surprisingly, his hunger had disappeared as soon as the topic of money had come up. He knew it was his problem, not hers, but he still could not make himself understand that this girl was different.
'Now, your turn-tell me about yourself,' Shambhavi asked. 'And not the stuff that is already on Google, because I know all of that already'
'You Googled me?'
'Yep. Didn't you Google me back? You would not have found much, but still. People do that nowadays, to find other people on social networks and places like that,' she explained. She looked surprised at the fact that he did not already know about all that she said.
'No, I did not search you on Google,' he replied.
'Never mind. I told you about me anyway. So tell me-all good hidden things about you. Something that no one else knows.'
'I do not know how to do this. I am just a regular person. There is nothing extraordinary about me, nothing to tell.'
'Oh, don't kid me. There is nothing regular about you, okay? When I first met you, I thought you had a red room of pain hidden somewhere,' Shambhavi said and winked at Arjun. The humour was lost on him. He stared at her with a blank expression.
'What?' he asked.
'Arey, like Christian Grey, from the Fifty Shades trilogy!' When the look on his face still did not change, she explained,'He was into BDSM, and had a room for that. I compared you to him because you have kind of a dark air around you, too, like there is something you are hiding, under that gorgeous exterior of yours.'
'There's something dark about me?' Arjun asked, as the food was served.
'I used to feel so, but I don't know. You seem okay from up close.'
They started eating and for the next few minutes, there was silence at the table except for the rhythmic clinking of cutlery. From the look on her face, she was satisfied with the food, and so was he.
'I'm sorry. It must be such a turn off to see a girl hogging down food like this, but my lunch was overdue, and I had not had breakfast this morning,' she explained him between bites.
'I do not mind. In fact-it's quite the opposite. Watching you eat is better than seeing you play around with food on your plate and eventually wasting it.'
'Why would I do that?'
'I don't know. Girls do that. They order things and do not eat. Ultimately, the hotel
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