This is the second instalment of an ongoing series, if you haven’t read the first part click here:
“Hey!” Harib exclaimed, Sharleen turned back to face him, there he was, about five centimeters shorter than 6ft, masculine chin, a broad dimpled smile and a body that was well built but small framed at the same time. “Oh Hi!” said Sharleen, “I didn’t see you there”,”We’re in the same class btw” said Harib in his deep, throaty voice.
Sharleen had been devoid, rather deprived of emotion since a young age, her circumstances in life had lead her to a much early growth spurt – she grew both physically and emotionally. Her father’s infidelity inflicted pain, she resented men for their sense of entitlement. She could never un-see the physical abuse and cussing her father had hurled at her mother, that feeble ten year old girl still lived inside. Harib’s constant attempts to break her walls, petrified her. She wanted to run like the wind every time he said hello or tried to get acquainted.
“I have to go to the Cafeteria” she said, and quickly walked past him as a means to avoid him. “I’ll come with!” Harib followed behind.
“What is your problem?” “Why do you impose yourself on me, Harib? I’m sorry, I’m not the kind of woman you might think I am, I may be liberated and emancipated in my thoughts but that does not give you the right to invade my personal space”
Harib: “No, I don’t think you’re like other girls, I like you”
“I can see through you Sharleen, that is why you hide from me”
Sharleen was flabbergasted, what did he mean by he could see through her? Did he know something about her past or was he bluffing?
Find out in the next part!
To be continued…..
Disclaimer: This piece of writing and the one following (in this series) are fictional, any resemblance to any person is purely coincidental.