Chapter 8 [ FIRST MOVE ]

Adavan

It was unexpected for me to see her in front of my eyes. She has worn a black sleeveless top and blue denim shorts. The first thing that caught my eyes when I saw her was her milky white smooth legs. I couldn't see them last night as she had worn a gown. She becomes nervous, seeing me in front of her. I step towards her as she drops her clothes on the floor in nervousness.

     "I'm…sorry", she stammers as her smooth pink lips tremble in trepidation. "I didn't know it's your room"

I keep walking towards her, losing myself again in her breathtaking beauty. She nervously steps behind. My legs stumble upon her clothes and I go on my knees to take them. She keeps staring at me nervously. 

    "What brought you here?", I ask her, maintaining a very little gap between us. My eyes don't move away from her face. 

    "I… I was…", her gaze stuck on my hands when I'm holding her clothes. 

    "These are my clothes", she tries to snatch them but I tighten my grip.

    "I don't let anything or anything go from here once they come to me", I tell her with a wry smile.

    "What..what do you mean?", she stammers. "These are my clothes. I forgot them here. Why did you bring them to your room? What kind of behaviour is this?", she manages to complete her line, struggling with her nervousness. I like it, it feels like I'm in charge.

    "Hahaha", I laugh out louder as she looks at me in disbelief. "Scared? Actually, the dressing room was a temporary one. We needed to clean it after the function and return the extra dresses to the boutique. Martha was about to dump the unclaimed dresses. I thought you would need your clothes so I picked them up", I lie and return her dresses. 

    "Oh! Thank you", she takes them. 

    "I'm sorry for my rude behaviour last night. You could see that I was drunk", I tell her while picking up a towel to clean my instruments. I can feel that she is still staring at me confusingly.

    "That's ok", she mutters. 

    "How did you come here?", I ask her while cleaning my violin.

    "I came here to return the dress"

    "Which dress?", I raise my eyebrows 

    "That I wore last night", she replies. I feel like to smash her face right then. How dare she to return the dress I gave to her? But I control myself and try to look normal.

    "Returning a gift doesn't look good", I shrug.

    "Yes. But it's not a gift, no? I mean we accept gifts from people we know. Not from those who we barely know", she barks. I wish her tongue would be sweeter like her face. She is beautiful as hell but she has the worst attitude, the only thing I hate about her. However, I can't lose my temper right now. I'll wait for the right time. Once I make her completely mine, I'll shove out her attitudes.

    "It's important to give each other the chance to know well", I keep the trumpet after cleaning it then head to my piano.

    "It's not necessary for me to know everyone around me. Anyway, I should leave. Thanks for collecting my clothes", she turns to go as I start working on the piano keys with my fingers, playing the same tune that I played last night. She stops right there but doesn't turn back. Usually, I don't like to play the same tune again and again. Yet, last night I noticed her enjoying this tune while closing her eyes. I'm sure this tune will attract her the way she attracted me. Though I'm playing the jingle, my eyes are stuck on her. She turns back to me while I playfully drive my eyes away from her. Focusing on the rhythm I dive into the music and close my eyes. I know she'll be here till I stop. It's not difficult for me to find out everything about her. According to my knowledge, she has a weakness towards music, especially towards the piano.

I stop my fingers as she comes in the sense and looks at me.

    "Why did you stop?", she asks.

    "I thought you were leaving", I say, looking at the piano keys. 

    "I was about to go but… I love this tune", she says. And soon she's gonna be in love with me too. 

    "That's great", I stand up and walk towards her.

    "Your tunes are magical. I must say", she smiles. I guess after lying to her that I misbehaved with her because I was drunk, she is being a little good to me. 

   "Why don't you teach them to Christian?", she beams. I find her smile annoying since it's for Christian. I hate that fucking man so much.

   "Christian? Sorry! There are some music pieces which I don't share with anyone", I utter. Her face turns dull as I spit out. 

   "But why?"

   "Because that's my policy. Anyway, why do you want me to teach this to Christian?"

   "Because I want to hear this tune whenever I want", she smiles again. Again by taking Christian's name. I control myself and lock my both hands tightly together so that I don't lose my temper and smash her face right then. 

   "You can hear it by yourself too", I smirk.

   "What do you mean?", she narrows her eyebrows.

   "I meant you can hear it by yourself, if I teach you the same tune", I cross my arms, finding her looking at me in disbelief.

   "You…you will teach me?", she mutters.

   "Why not?"

   "But you said you don't share it to anyone", she exclaims. The more she will talk, the more I can keep her here with me.

   "Yes, but I have no problem to share it with non-professionals. You can use it only as a hobby", I make an excuse. "Are you interested?"

   "Me? I… how?", she stammers.

   "By joining my sessions. That's simple", I tell her. Say yes, you have no other option, my subconscious speaks.

   "But I can't afford your sessions. Sorry, I think I shouldn't waste your time", she says, it's fucking annoying me. Why doesn't she agree to me instantly? I hate requesting, begging for things. 

   "You don't need to pay", I grumble as she turns to go. She stops again and looks at me, again being surprised. "I mean.. Through scholarship.. Just like Christian", I add so that she doesn't doubt on my intentions.

   "But how can I get a scholarship? I don't have the basic skills", she questions again. I swear, I'm gonna teach her how to keep quiet and obey me without questioning after I make her mine completely. 

  "We give scholarships to freshers too", I reply. She still seems to be confused. I'm barely controlling myself. If she delays more to accept my offer, I don't know what I'll be gonna doing to her. 

  "But..."

  "Are you interested Ivanna?", I intensely look at her.

Ivanna

I have never thought that I'll be getting such a huge opportunity from Adavan. It was my dream to learn the piano from the age of 5 when I went to a concert with my dad. Dad also wanted me to be a renowned musician. It was my dad's dream and now I'm getting a golden opportunity. I look at Adavan, I don't know what kind of man he is. However, he doesn't seem to be that bad. It was bloody alcohol which worked on him last night. Christian also told me about him, he always praises Adavan. And I can't deny if Christian is doing good in the music sector it's all because of Adavan.

    "Let me show you how it feels", he gently holds my hand. I shiver with his sudden touch and hesitate to move. "Don't worry. I'll just show you something"

He leads me to the piano and makes me sit in front of it. I am feeling a little uncomfortable with his touch, but I doubt myself as I'm an introvert. He stands behind me and leans down to hold my wrists. Then he lifts my hands and puts them on the keys. I feel goosebumps all over my body when I touch those keys. A heavenly smile appears on my face, it feels so good. I assume half of my dream has gotten fulfilled by this. I run my fingers on those keys abruptly. 

    "Tell me, Ivanna. Don't you wanna feel this magic", he whispers near my ear.

    "Yes", I smile in pleasure. It feels like the dead dream of mine has gotten its life back. I'm not in a state of thinking about any other stuff except for it. 

    "Do you wanna live this music?", he whispers again.

    "Yes", I exclaim in joy. "Hell, yes"