She lived for those stolen moments with him.
Walking through the empty parking lot until they got to his car. Timing those coffee breaks so that no one was around in the pantry when they were there. Sneaking out of work to grab a quick lunch without anyone noticing. Being alone together in the lift.
But it was complicated.
Aria was going through a rough divorce. She’d always known an arranged marriage would never work for her, but shortly after, when her husband came home drunk and beat her, she knew she wanted out almost instantly. She was exhausted of all the unnecessary drama her husband’s family was causing, and the prolonged divorce case ate at her sanity to no end.
But somehow she’d found solace in Rohit. They worked in the stock research department of a finance company, and with how the markets were looking, work was pretty decent. It kept her occupied for at least 8 hours a day. Rohit had joined her team just as she was filing for the divorce, and at an office party soon after, she’d ended up spilling all her worries to him. She had thought it would get awkward between them after that, but somehow, it didn’t.
As Aria spent more time with Rohit at work, she realised he was a listener, which was something her husband had never been. She found it easy to speak her mind to him, which was something she could have never done at home. She found that he was ecstatic about the preferences they shared, but open to constructive argument about the things they didn’t agree on. She realised he was like the wind – calm and soft, but strong when required. And she felt she could easily drift along with him.
Rohit, however, was sometimes hard to read. Even though they began spending a lot of time together, it was mostly during work hours, and Aria wasn’t sure if he felt the same about her. Sure, she was a older than him by about 3 years, but she assumed that the connection they shared was much more than friendship. But then again, there was the divorce. The whole Indian mentality of ‘log kya kahenge?’ (what will society say?) always bogged her down, keeping her from freely speaking her mind.
So every single day, Aria would come to work at 8.30 am, and talk to Rohit like they’d been doing for the last 2 months, like good friends and nothing more.
But deep inside her heart, she knew she lived for those stolen moments with him.