it wasn’t really an ideal day at the office. She had been struggling with the loneliness that had recently crept in. The work was keeping her busy it was the after hours that gave her anxiety attacks and panic ruled her life.

her recent heartbreak was not very easy on her. the relationship though long distant was the inseparable part of her routine and the void it had created now was enough to get her to walk up to the shrink.

That day wasn’t any different, she managed to do all the overtime she could and when the electrical mains got shut down she pushed herself to the elevator and rode it down to the pub that worked as a foundation of the very building she worked in.

the place wasn’t over the top but it sure had corners that served as giant pods where people used to pretend that they were invisible. she sure had her favourite pod and with her regularity, she had managed to claim and make one of them her own. As the routine dictated she walked straight to her corner. she liked that place, the view covered the entire pub, the bar, the bar stools, the entrance, the kitchen door and the dance floor. the whole suede world in its own, where every song served as a start to new emotion and a small disconnect to a new brawl that would often end with the bouncer throwing someone out.

although it wasn’t a downtown pub it sure gave a feel if it. she was settled by now, her glass, her music, her corner, her view and her favourite part of the evening her trance. she would often close herself to the world and wander off in the trance, finding the permutations and combinations of music notes, she heard playing in the background.

today, however, the DJ had something else on his mind, he wasn’t really playing progressive today. it was more of the dance floor, “pleasing the young crowd gig” that kept pounding out of her speaker. she sure was a little high, not in trance but a happy high for sure. she could see him standing at the bar. he was with his friends or maybe colleagues considering this place was more of often office joint. They were all discussing something, from the distance she could only guess that it wasn’t a start of another brawl. in all that interaction he was distant, though he stood right in the middle of the group. the light from the bar illuminated his face, his sharp nose, his forehead, the salt pepper well-groomed hair and the look of trance in his eyes, where every now and then he would raise his eyebrow to acknowledge something. he was fascinating, she could sense the similarity but see none.

soon the dance floor got going, “love me like you can”, played with more beats pounding in the air. the lights changed and now all she could see was his shadow. his eyes now felt like just a distant memory. she tried adjusting her seat to get a better view but it did not help. she could see him and yet she couldn’t. the urge of getting up and going to him was growing by the second. she just wanted to see him, maybe hold his hands or maybe just get wrapped in his arms and nestle there for a while. his milky white shirt did stand out.

the next minute she was on the dance floor standing alone, standing still in the trance watching him finished his glass of whiskey while the dance floor grooved to the neat of the song. she was obsessed with him by now. the mere thought of moving from the floor losing his sight was creating a whirlwind of anxiety in her heart. With every keynote in the music her obsession was growing and little did she anticipate what was going to happen next.

it was then he finished his drink and turned around. his calm composed steady movement was a stark contrast to the floor around. she could see him cruising down towards her.

in one swift move, he pulled her closer to him, his hands on her waist, eyes locking her and legs moving in sync with the music, she was now swaying to his lead. the words didn’t matter, his vibes clearly dominated the logical thought process.

he took her hand, his eyes still staring at her, he walked out of the dance floor, she followed, resistance was not an option he gave, the grip was firm, the walk steady, the vibe “safe”. she didn’t question for once, she wanted to let go. Off the dance floor, out of the pub and in the car a full 7 minutes and yet not a word said.

She stared at the floor like a new bride, too shy to look into his eyes and too intimidated to question his intent. it was a total submission to his will, his aura was captivating, scent tantalising and walk as rapacious as a panther.

in no time she found herself sitting in his car, watching him drive his black jaguar with an ease in the reckless city traffic was an experience by itself. his hands on the steering wheel and the grace of moving the gears was unparallel.  Her gaze was not met, he kept his eyes on the road, nor a smile was exchanged but the vibes were comforting and at the same time controlling, captivating, and dominating all in a good warm way. she was still a wee bit high and now in trance.

by the time she realised he wasn’t driving anymore and the endless road now had turned into a definite strong wall, he had opened the door for herm he waited patiently till she climbed out of the car.

She held his hand, steadied her self and they walked, out of the parking lot, in the grand lobby into a lift. She could hear the mild song play in the ground, too afraid to let go his hand, he held on to it standing close to him. The whiff of his scent would tempt and tease her every now and then.

They got off the lift, he opened the door and allowed her in. He left his shoes at the door and walked barefoot on the grey granite floor, she followed, off with heels she stepped in, big hall with minimum brown leather furniture, an entire wall of glass giving the city’s overview made her feel like she was on the top of the world.

he returned wearing a grey t-shirt, carrying a pair of clothes in his hands, he took her hand and led her to the bedroom, she followed gathering every bit of courage to say no, to turn back, to give a cry and leave but she just felt too compelled to follow and so she did.

he left the clothes on the bed and walked out closing the door behind him. too overwhelmed to comprehend the events, she collapsed on the floor, tears flowing down her cheeks as she changed into the grey t-shirt and tracks. too exhausted to resist she dropped on the bed, hugged the pillow and gave a cry, she couldn’t hold on anymore and with tear came the noise and screaming and shouts loud and clear, no agenda, no blame, no anger, no regret, just a pure episode of letting go off the pent-up energy….

she couldn’t figure out how long was she at it and when she finally stopped, completely drained out, he appeared, for once their eyes met. she was lying curled up in the bed, still recovering from the emotional turmoil she had experienced. He climbed into the bed, she could now feel ease, the smell of freshness and musk was comforting, he spooned her up, covered it the duvet, he stroked her hair while she adjusted herself in the comfort of his arms, beaming in the deep sleep.