What dreams are made of episode 42

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People had also accepted Chrissy in spite of all the differences because they could her genuine soul. So to Linda, this decision to move out was utterly confusing. According to her, Chrissy’s mother would obviously benefit more by being closer to all the medical facilities she could get in the proper city. Moving to a smaller town may, therefore, not be the best option as per her.

She never knew Chrissy to take things casually. She had an inclining feeling that this had more to with her mother’s health. But she didn’t want to pry into her friend’s life. They were close but she respected Chrissy to keep her personal life just that, personal. So even though she was against this decision, she could do nothing but accept it for the moment.

Chrissy had finally decided she would go to h0tel once, collect all her belongings and move out immediately. She would not take long and she should be out before most people even c@m£ to know about her visit. In any case, what she had to avoid was not many people but one man.

She had to find out when he was out so as to ensure any chance encounter. She wouldn’t be able to manage one. She had discreetly tried to get his schedule information from Linda who had informed her that Nikloi was out of country for some business. Chrissy had been visible relieved with the information.
She went in to Le Swaroski h0tel next day to get her stuff. While she had br@ved herself to be there, albeit, for a short time, she was not fully confident.

When Richa-rd showed at her place just as she was about to leave for the h0tel, she was silently grateful to him. He told that he nee-ded to discuss some client’s information with her, but she had known it was primarily to silently support her in her ordeal of being at the h0tel. In spite of their ugly start, she was indebted to him for all his support now.

Richa-rd drove to the h0tel in his car. Just as they reached the h0tel, he got a call from his office. Before taking the call, he asked her if she wanted him to accompany her inside or would she be able to manage on her own. Seeing he was genuinely concerned for her, Chrissy politely declined saying it would not take her long.

She left him in the car to complete his call and went inside the h0tel. Her heart was pounding as she stepped inside the h0tel and she had to literally calm her heart by repeating to herself Nikloi was not at the h0tel. She was greeted warmly by the staff and her team who were delighted to see her at the same time sad with her decision to leave.

It was difficult not to be affected by their affection but she didn’t want to prolong the visit any more than it was necessary. With heavy heart she wished them well and quic-kly went in to her small room at the back of the museum. That every small p@rt of the place was pu-lling her relentlessly, was ma-king this much more difficult than she had ever thought.

She had thought that she had to be careful of only Nikloi. And so coming to the h0tel in Nikloi’s abs£nce would be far easier. But she had un-derestimated her own attachment to this place she had been involved in building from the scratch. While picking up her things from the desk drawers, she was reminded of it all.
This h0tel was the reason why this whole thing had started. Her earlier shop and its loss, her meeting with Nikloi at Swaroski House, Regency Palace and then back to this h0tel.
What an irony!

She had got to open her museum in this very h0tel which had caused her to lose her shop in the first place. And now, she was again going to lose it all. Her heart cried remembering every day, every night she had spent around this place, building this beautiful antiques museum. How she had worked ha-rd to acquire each and every piece in this museum. She would never forget this place ever just like its owner.

She was so lost in remembering those numerous moments she had lived here, that she never realized she was no longer alone in the small room.

“What are you doing here?” A sharp voice from behind shattered her emotional memories.

Turning around, Chrissy found herself face to face with Nikloi Swaroski.

Her face turned white and an audible g@sp escaped her mouth. Her b©dy trembled visibly at the sudden appearance. She would have fallen down had she not held on to the chair next to her, for support.

He was supposed to be out of country. How did he come back?
Coming further inside the small room, he towered in front of her and said hauntingly, “Your contract with Swaroski House has been terminated alre-ady. You are not allowed here”.

Though he was speaking in a balanced tone, she could feel the temper lur-k-ing below the misleading calm surface. Her hands shook in anticipation of that temper and its fallout. The papers she was holding in her hand sli-pped off from her hold.
She bend down on her knees to pick them up but her hands, f!ngersrefused to follow her command. She felt miserable at her pathetic state. Trying to control her flvstered mind and b©dy, she tried to form words coherently.

“I.. I… I c@m£ to collect m…my things left here.”

“Nothing here belongs to you”, he answered coldly.

The meaning was not lost on Chrissy. She lowered her head to control the beastly tears that were pushing against her eye lids, looking for a re-lease. She couldn’t let him see how much pain he was causing her. pu-lling every iota of her strength, she said in a low voice, “I am sorry for the intrusion. There were just a few things. I will be leaving immediately.” Saying this she stood up. She wanted to get out of the small room and his company as soon as possible before she lost herself completely.

She tried to get around him but he stepped in, blocking her path.
“You never did hear me. I said nothing here belongs to you. The contract clearly said that all of this is h0tel’s property. You can’t take anything from here”.

“I.. I.. am not taking anything from the shop. These are my own things”, Chrissy said stammering.

Nikloi pu-ll-ed the bag from her hands ma-king her scream. “Are they? Show me what’s inside”, he said authoritatively.
“No!”, Chrissy screamed suddenly realizing what Nikloi was about to do. She tried to snatch her bag back.

“Why? Are you worried that the bag may reveal more of your dark secrets?” He asked sardonically.

“plea-se leave my bag”, Chrissy pleaded, worrying exactly what he had said. Her dark secret. She was $h!t scared of Nikloi seeing his picture in her bag

And that was not it. Her bag had the Stonhenge mini replica they had bought together at Bath, the handkerchief he had given when she spent the night in his h0tel room, his muffler he had given her when she was freezing outside the h0tel, among other things.

Chrissy had not dared to think that Nikloi had any dee-per feelings towards her. But she had still treasured these small inanimate things. And still did, even after their painful breakup.
But she couldn’t let him know that. He had robbe-d her of everything, her heart, her work, her happiness, her joy. In the process he had also robbe-d her of her most inti-mate t©uçhes. She would never be able to think of his t©uçh without being scalded by his rejection of her – mind and b©dy.

She was scarred for life. Never would she love another man, the way she loved him. And never would she allow another man to trample her, the way he did.

He had destroyed her completely. But she wouldn’t let him take away her last vestige of pride. She wouldn’t let him know that in spite of his throwing her away, she still holds a candle for him. She will not let him laugh at her misery again.
All the pain, humiliation and hurt c@m£ rushing back to her, giving her a sudden jo-lt of energy. pu-lling herself away from him, she j£rked her bag free from his hands. Nikloi, who was trying to open her bag, was not expecting such strong f0rç£ from her and was not able to hold on it.

hvgging her bag close to her brea-st, she screamed, “St©p it, plea-se! I know you don’t trust me. I am not asking you to trust me. But the reason for this mis-trust has nothing to do with my work. Surely, you have seen me working all this time. I was never insincere or corrupt or useless.

Whatever work I have done at this museum, I have done it throu-gh my own honest abilities. You must
know that I will never cheat with my work whether it is mention in a God-damned contract or not. There is nothing in this bag that belongs to this shop. I am not taking anything from here. Must you still humiliate me further and check my bag?”

She quic-kly ran out of shortly acquired steam, ma-king the last few lines come out as not more than a whisper. Nikloi was shocked with her sudden outbur-st but he was quic-k in overcoming his surprise. Covering the distance she had created between the two of them in one stride, he caught her on both sides and pu-ll-ed her close into his che-st, the suspect bag squee-zed in between.

“You honestly have no clue what you are taking from.. here?” Nikloi asked her accusingly, looking de-ep into her frightened green eyes. The moment froze in the time space with both of them standing together in the small office. Every nerve in Chrissy’s b©dy was telling her to throw her arms around him and pu-ll him in a ti-ght embr@ce.

It was only then she realized, she wanted it so badly. She was lost in his intoxicating scent. His hands on her arms were digging de-ep into her skin over her sleeves but she wanted so much more. She wanted them on her ba-re skin. She wanted them on every p@rt of her b©dy.

The accused bag had sli-pped from her grasp on to the floor and her hands were spre-ad out on his che-st. Her eyes lowered to his che-st. She couldn’t help but feel his heart pulsating strongly un-der her hand. Just as she was about to ca-ress his broad che-st and push herself into him, there was a sharp sound of a door opening and someone stepping inside the small room.

“That’s enough Nikloi! Let her go”, she heard Richa-rd say.
Alarmed, she looked up to see Richa-rd standing at the door. Nikloi was still holding her ti-ght at her shoulders and from Richa-rd ‘s perspective it would have looked as if he was abusing her. But Chrissy knew better. She knew Richa-rd meant good but she couldn’t thank him for his untimely interruption. She was horrified to think how Nikloi would take Richa-rd ‘s pres£nce in her shop.

Her fears were confirmed when she looked back at his face to find utter disgust there. She saw the hurt before he covered it up with rage. Pushing her away with f0rç£, he said gritting his teeth,
“I should have known you will be accompanied with your dear p@rtner. In spite of all the lies you had tried to fill me in, you couldn’t really keep away from him. Get the hell out of here before I get you kicked out!” Nikloi screamed impatiently.

“Nikloi, you are being disrespectful to Chrissy!” Richa-rd jumped in to protect Chrissy.

“Disrespectful? Huh! I have no intentions of being anything to her. Or to you. You are no longer welcome here. So you can both leave. Now”, Nikloi said while turning away from both of them. Chrissy squirmed at Nikloi’s words. Pain and humiliation washing all over her once again.

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To_be_Continued