Wrapped in a white fluffy towel with her hair tied up, fresh out of the shower she was standing in front of her wardrobe, staring at it blankly.
The room was almost dark. The blinds weren’t open yet, it was just about day break.
“This was supposed to be easy” she whispered to herself as she sat down on the bed.
He ran his finger on her back. Tracing the line the an errant water droplet had left.
“The black one” he said “and the black diamond pendant”
It was a perfect choice for the day she had lined up.
“Go back to sleep” she said, kissing him on his cheek.
“What! No payments for the consult?” He was grinning!
“Add it to the IOU account!” She retorted.
“hmph” he replied grumpily
She picked the black dress that hung in the line of power suits and skirts.
“The shoes we picked from that crazy store in Amsterdam” her favorite voice said half asleep from inside the comforter.
Her day needed a dash of black on it. His choice was perfect.
It was a one of the biggest cases of her career. The butterflies in her stomach were a constant reminder of it. She was prepared to fight it and win it but she was as always a little nervous.
Her usual ride to the office was from the back seat, in complete silence. Today she chose to drive herself.
Dismissing the driver, she took over the controls of the car. Searched her playlist patiently to find the song that she needed to hear, increased the volume to louder than the thoughts in her head and hit the gas.
The courtroom seemed colder than usual, also extremely silent.
“I’m not scared to be seen, I make no apologies, this is me” she hummed as she walked towards her team huddled up together.
“How does it look?” she asked the extremely tensed faces.
“We only have closing statements left, it could go either way from there”one of them replied.
“Shouldn’t we have taken the bargain we were getting?” asked a pair of eyes that were holding back more than just pressure.
“There is no bargain on beliefs Missy” She sighed
“The media is going to crucify us, if we don’t make it” another said
“Until we don’t have to die for some else’s sins, I think we will be able to take it” She said as she stood up.
The phone on her table silently flashed a “All the best love”
The court was in session.
“Is the prosecution ready with their closing statement?” said her favorite voice in the entire world
“Yes Your Honor” she replied looking straight at him
She spoke with words that came right out of her heart. Every sentence carrying its weight. By the end of her statement she saw faces around her change. A whole lot of emotions ran free. A pair of eyes on her team had finally let it go.
“Thank you Counselor” His voice was composed and very calming.
She walked back to her seat.
“Is the defense ready with their closing?” He looked at the other side of the room
The defense attorney went on to make his statements to the judge who was not just listening but seeing through each of them too.
“The defense rests” the gentleman had already made his way back
It was the moment of truth for both the sides as the judge began to speak
“After hearing both the sides of the argument very diligently made by the attorneys, the facts compel me to rule in the favor of the defendant”
There was an uproar of voices in the court. The defense was celebrating. Her team was shattered. They had lost.
There was complete silence in her head, she could only hear what his eyes where telling her while not saying a word. He stood up, the courtroom stood up for him and he was gone.
“Chin up guys” she said to her people who were still in disbelief “we know we did our best”
“The media is at the front, would you want to leave discreetly?” her associate asked
“We went to war for something we believed in. We lost. The scars that come from the battleground are not to be ashamed of” she replied
“There is no compulsion for anyone of you to walk with me” she meant every word she said
She walked out to a frenzy of cameras and microphones. Everyone on her team behind her.
The reporters were brutal with their questions. She replied to each of them with a stoic face and a modulated voice. Her demeanor was ice cold.
The questions kept getting nastier in search of a reaction, the reporters were getting frustrated. That only got her more in control of the situation. She wasn’t going to lose this one.
“How does it feel to have Justice Singh rule against you?” one asked
“He did his job well, as I did mine” she responded
“Did he not help with your case?” another one asked
“I did not need help” She replied
“Clearly you did! I mean what’s the point of being with a Judge then?”
“Sir, I wear heels higher than your standards of life” was the last thing she said to them
The team decided they needed to drown the day in cheap alcohol. Her associate asked her if she would want to join them at a dingy watering hole in downtown. She agreed.
“I don’t think they will have premium alcohol you drink” he smirked
“Today deserves cheap rum” she said “I will meet you there”
She walked towards her car, dragging her feet. The heels that had made her feel like she ruled the world were now feeling like shackles. The idea of driving didn’t seem very appealing at that time.
As she opened the lock of her car, her driver walked up to her. Almost mechanically she gave him the keys and settled on the back seat.
“Aap yahan kya kar rahe hain, maine to nahi bulaya tha na?” she asked him how he was there
“Sir ne phone kiya tha ma’am, bole zaroorat padegi aapko meri” he replied
She smiled for the first time since the day had begun.
Reaching home inebriated wasn’t something she had done in a long time, but the copious amount of rum had made sure it had happened.
She fumbled with her bag, to find her keys. Standing outside the door in dim light she saw her name written on the name plate. Just below her’s was his name. “Justice Singh”
The house smelt like someone who knew how to cook was at it. She saw him as she climbed up the stairs, as he saw her.
He walked up to her, took her bag off her arm, held her head and pulled it into his chest.
The ice cold prosecutor who had faced the world with composure just melted.
“Did you cook?” she asked face still buried deep into him
“I did!” he replied holding on to her
“Did you not need to be at the office?” she asked, still not letting go
“I needed to be here more than anywhere else” he tucked her hair behind her ear.
“I lost” her voice was heavy “I am disappointed in myself”
“You did good, Love. It was just a bad day at work. Or a bad judge may be?” he chuckled
“Hey! I love that judge” she wiped her tears, still holding on to him
“And said judge loves you back” he hugged her a little harder
“I am wasted” she said sniffling
“As is my white shirt with all the kohl marks you are leaving on it” he smirked, distracting her
“Will get you a new one” she said moving away “Or you could just add it to consultancy charge from the morning!”
“Did we make the news?” her sentences were taking time to form
“You made the headlines counsellor” he replied “As did your heels”
“The ones we got from that crazy store in Amsterdam” she laughed
She took off her shoes, stood on her tip toes and kissed him.
“I am glad you chose them” she said “And I am glad you chose me”
“I will choose you over and over and all over again, every day” He hugged her
His choice was perfect. He was perfect!
One thought on “The Win”
Lovely! It feels so smooth and natural, the way the narrative flows. Behind all that has been written, the unwritten subtext is even more interesting. This is writing the way I like it – simple, shorn of grandeur, yet effective. Keep them coming! 🙂