CAN A PLAYBOY FALL IN LOVE?

Laying by his side she thought to herself about the time she had with him few hours before. His hands on her and hers on his, that felling that she loves his smell, his eyes, his kiss, his on her, his practiced hands and the way he makes her mourn.. She loves everything that he does to her. Now seeing him sleeping by her side she thinks about them both… He says that he is in love with her, the way he has never ever been before. He says that he loves everything about her. His words play like music to her ears, his thoughts are like food for her mind.

Every time he says that he is in love with her, she thinks that why does he loves her so much? Her heart believes his words but the brain argues with her heart and tells that he is a playboy and her brain scolds her heart to believe his words. According to her brain a playboy can never fall in love. She ignores the argument and cares his face and plants a kiss on his lips which wakes him up and then their favorite things takes place. He holds her naked body and she goes to sleep. He didn’t know but she has also given him her naked soul she is scared to fall apart and left as other were left alone  who have been part of his life…

30 girls he has counted and many more were there whom he didn’t numbered. He again went into her thoughts and tried to recall the reasons what he had given for leaving the other girls he dated. One of the reasons she got was that Pooja was not good in bed, so he moved on. “Am I good in bed??” she asks herself. Is sex the only thing he is with me for? Does he love me? There was an insecurity she was living with. She had known him for 2 months now and she feels that she knows in & out of him, he even shares what he has earned in a day with her (as he is a businessman). Is that enough to know about him?

His eyes speaks more than his words do, there is depth in his eyes that she could not understand yet. Then there is another personality of her as well that he doesn’t know, he knows a happy go lucky girl whom he met in the party, dancing like crazy, without thinking what the world will think. But he doesn’t know that behind that crazy face of hers there is a fragile touch me not lives. The one, who looks carefree, cares about everything that is going around. The girl who shows that she can’t fall in love has fallen for a playboy. Even he doesn’t know that she has fallen for him, he thinks that she has fallen for him, he thinks that she is as cool as he is.  She thinks that if she has another face, does he also has one? Is he also wearing mask of a playboy? What made him become what he is now? Was it betrayal? Ignorance? Lack of love? or nothing.

She touches his hair again; she loves to see him sleep like a baby. She tries to close his mouth, which automatically pops open while he’s deep asleep, every time she spends night with him. She is lost in the same thought again. She always has sleepless nights, because of his acts and his thoughts. Every time she thinks and tries to find out, but never gets the answer. Can a playboy fall in love? This time was not different; she tries to sleep with the same question in her mind, and him in her arms…