Chapter 4 [ ESCAPED? ]

Ivanna

"Excuse me?", I bark while Christian is still confused with his behaviour.

    "You have just styled your hairs. They shouldn't get ruined", Adavan finishes his drink. Now he is getting on my nerves. I have just met him 30 minutes ago and he is behaving the way as if he owns me. I don't mind Christian touching my hairs or anywhere in my body. But I do have a problem with Adavan making me feel uncomfortable.

    "You don't need to worry about my hairs. And it doesn't look good to speak between a couple. I hope you know that", I harshly tell him, shooting him a glare. But he smiles mysteriously. Is he a psychopath or what? 

   "Baby, that's ok. Don't be hyper", Christian pats my back. Adavan leaves the place taking another glass from the counter. As soon as he leaves, I burst out.

   "Who the fuck is he?", I shrug. "Who gave him the right to speak between us?"

   "Ivanna", he turns my face to him. "You don't know him. He is a little weird but good by heart. Trust me. He gave me a 50% scholarship in his academy when he got to know my condition"

Christian explains his good sides to me but I keep throwing blank look. No matter how good he is, he behaves like an abnormal person.

   "Despite being a big personality, he did a lot for me over the years. Yes, he is very dominating but not a bad person", he adds.

My eyes move to Adavan who is playing the biggest piano of the firm in the middle of the hall room. I must say his fingers have the magic. This music piece has become one of my favourite pieces. His eyes remain closed throughout his performance.

    "May I have a dance with you?", Christian approaches his hand to me and I smile looking at him.

    "A big yes", I giggle.

He takes my hand and we move to the dancing floor. Placing his one hand on my waist and locking another one with my hand he moves with the beat. I support him while our eyes meet. I'm enjoying this now. We have never gotten a chance to dance like this. We never visited big parties or events. However, a dream like this had surely existed. He twirls me as I laugh out holding him tightly, he too laughs with me.

    

    "Are you enjoying?", he asks.

    "A lot", I beam and place a tiny kiss on his lips.

    "I love you baby", he touches my face while spinning me.

    "I love you too", I blush and look down.

We finish our dance with the ending note and everyone claps for Adavan's beautiful masterpiece. I too clap, trying to be a fair audience. He was actually good. I loved the piece and it made me realise that Christian has a lot more to learn. I want him to be the best in this. Adavan remains expressionless. 

   "His fingers have the magic", I say to Christian while clapping.

   "I told you. He is extremely talented", Christian replies to me. 

   "Thank you everyone", Adavan announces as everyone stops clapping and listens to him carefully. "Today my firm has completed 10 years. A dream project of mine. I have always tried to convey music to artists in another way. I wish all of my firm members to be successful in this sector. During this period I came across a lot of bright artists who had magic in their fingers. I would love you to listen to them for once", he takes a break as everyone clap.

   "So the first member who has left a mark in our firm from the first day of his arrival. Christian Johnson", he announces looking at us.

We both look at each other in shock. Christian never expected that I guessed with his expression. I clap with everyone looking at him with a smile of pride. Christian too smiles lovingly, he becomes a little emotional too. He is too much dedicated to his passion so this announcement leaves him in tears. 

Adavan walks towards us. 

   “Can we hear you, Christian?”, he asks.

   “Of course, Sir. It's my honour that I'm getting a chance to play your instrument”, Christian beams. 

    “Since you will be playing the piano, would you mind if I ask your girlfriend for a dance?”, he utters, again leaving me shocked. I gaze at him but it doesn't affect him. Nothing can affect him as he remains the same always. Reactionless.

    “Why would I mind? But if she agrees…”, Christian looks at me as I shoot him a glare. I feel so mad at Christian now. Why did he say he didn't have any problem? Then I realise what else is left for him to say either.

   “A beautiful gesture to a beautiful lady”, he approaches his hand. “Can I have a dance with you?”

All eyes are on us, I can't even turn him either. Just now he had been so good to my boyfriend. It doesn't suit me to behave rudely with him. I put my hand on his one as he immediately holds my hand tightly while pulling me close. I get a little bit nervous when his other hand wraps around my waist. I have never found anyone so close to me except for Christian. Why is it necessary to be with a person with whom you're not even comfortable? I lower my eyes yet I can feel that he is staring at me. He slowly moves with the music and I try to match him. I've never tried a ballroom dance with anyone else. Whenever I dreamt of having a beautiful dance moment, it was only with Christian. However, I try not to do any stupidity which causes Christian any problem in the firm.

   "I think you're not trained in the ballroom", he says, smirking at me.

   "I hardly tried", I reply to him while my eyes are stuck to Christian. He is playing the piano, his eyes are closed. I can feel the peace on his face. 

   "When you're talking to me, just look at me", Adavan grabs my cheeks and makes me look at him. I get shocked by his sudden act. His eyes meet mine, his eyes turn red with anger as his grip tightens to clutch my face tightly.

   "Ahh..", I hiss as he leaves my cheek instantly. 

   "Sorry", he spits, he doesn't look to be sorry.

   "What kind of behaviour is this?", I shrug, trying to rescue myself from his grip. But he holds me more tightly.

   "I don't like it when I'm talking and the person doesn't give a shit to my words", he murmurs, decreasing the gap between us. "Don't leave the dance incomplete"

   "I'm in no mood to dance with you. Leave me", I struggle to drive him away. However, he is strong enough to handle me. 

   "Don't create a scene here, beautiful", he mutters while spinning me around him with the beat. I'm losing the rest of the interest to dance with him. For the first time, I want Christian to finish his performance soon. I wanna drive this man away. 

   "So what were we talking about?", he brings me close, his hard chest touching mine as I try to avoid eye contact with him. "Yes. Dance. You don't know ballroom dancing, right? No problem. I can teach you", he grins again, I lower my eyes in disgust.

   "Thanks. But I don't need to learn it. I'm a student, I'm a caller agent. Dancing is not gonna work for me", I shoot him a glare. Making me surprise he laughs out.

   "Finally, you meet my eyes", he turns me around, my back facing his chest. His warm breath touches my neck as I can feel him close to me. He lightly slides his fingers from my bare shoulder to my wrist. It's surely giving me goosebumps but I'm not liking it. His touch doesn't seem to be appropriate to me.

   "Will you please be in your limits?", I warn him.

   "You haven't seen my limits yet. I haven't done anything", he again faces me. 

   "You have done enough", I get successful in pushing him away this time. It's because he let me do so, I could've never driven him away if he hadn't allowed me to do that. I pass him a glare, he doesn't seem to get affected instead he gives me a mysterious smirk. 

I step back from him, music is still playing on. I walk towards Christian departing him as his voice pins against my ears.

   "Thanks for wearing the dress. Red Looks ravishing on you", he says from behind.

   "You didn't give me an option. Then why to thank?", I spit, not turning to him. 

   "Options make one's work complicated. I don't give options to the people who are special to me", he explains. 

I have zero interest in him and what he thinks. Without giving him an answer I go back to Christian. He finishes his music piece with everyone clapping around. He smiles blissfully and I smile back at him. His beautiful smile makes me forget the horrible experience I had been having with Adavan since we came here. I clap proudly as he gets up and takes me in a deep embrace.

   "It was out of the world", I beam.

   "I can't believe that I have played this piano. My dream piano!", his voice dances with joy which makes me feel great like every time.

   "I'm waiting for the day when you'll have your one", I tap on his back and break the hug.

   "Let's go to Mr Adavan. I need to thank him", he says as my reaction drops. 

   "You go. I'll be waiting here"

   "What happened?"

   "Nothing. It's your call. You should go alone"

   "Baby, I brought you here to stand by my side. Why will I keep you aside? I want this world to know how much you're important to me", his words melt me. I can't say NO to him. Also, I can't ruin his mood for that senseless guy. 

   "Let's go", I say, holding his arm.

We walk towards Adavan. I can hardly stand this man. Within just one hour he got on my nerves.

   "It was amazing Christian", he says with his not so famous blank look. I could only witness two of his reactions in a meeting of an hour - one, a reactionless or blank look, two, a mysterious smirk.

   "Thank you so much for giving me the opportunity", Christian smiles at him.

   "It was a token from me to you for bringing some good things with you", he glances at me, I look away. "I mean your creations, those music pieces, amazing"

   "All learnt from you. One day I wanna be like you and I wanna have everything you have", Christian beams.

   "And I wanna have everything that you have, Christian", his gaze stuck on me.