An Observer part two:
Mohinder had not left my side, we were finally at the hospital waiting room with Molly dozing off next to him, and I had finally calmed down and gained my senses back.
" Eppaṭi, iṣā illai?" (How are you, Esha?) Mohinder asked me as he brushed my hair out of my face.
" Ciṟanta ippōtu, naṉṟi.." (Better now, thank you) I answer.
"May I be honest," He asked in English.
"Yes, you may," I answered him knowing that he wanted an answer that was not ready to give to him just yet.
"Why were you there," He asked in the strait forward that only he can.
"That little one there looks like she could use a nice long sleep on a soft bed and a hot meal and from the looks of it you could too, my places is not far from here and I can have my driver here in about ten minutes." I told him as Molly finally fell asleep.
"You're changing the topic," Mohinder said with slight annoyance coming across in his voice.
"No, I am changing the setting of this topic, not to mention I need coffee and good coffee, at that." I said as I stood up from my chair in the waiting room as the world it is crazy went flying by.
"By good coffee you better mean Indian coffee, or you have no deal," Mohinder asked in a tone that said that he was giving in for now,
"Yes, you can take the girl out of India, but you can India out of the girl." I said with a smirk.
It was thirty minute latter, I had put this topic of for as long as Mohinder was going to let me. As he sat in front of the fire place in my library and looked at me from his seat from the other side of the couch with the same dark smoldering eyes that have haunted my dreams for over a decade.
"You want answers Mohinder and in some ways rightfully so, you want to know why I was there. I came to try to stop Peter, but Nathan got there before me, because they are my brothers," I answered him as looked down at my cup of coffee, and saucer in my hands.
She was the last person that I thought I would see this night, a woman from my past that I have tried to forget, but in the back of my mind I have always wondered 'what if' even though in truth this only the fifth time that I have met her in my life. That may seem odd for someone outside my culture that I was willing to marry a woman whom I hardly even knew, but it had been arranged by our parents, but that was normal for us, then it was revealed that she was not who she thought she was. Now after thirteen years, Esha was sitting beside me in a mansion in a world that have I hardly ever seen. Esha should be happy things turned out well for her, but it's sadness I see in those jade green eyes that tears at my heart.
"How did you know that was going to Peter," I asked her as I sipped at my coffee.
"Your Father has suspected that I was special before and he would be right," She said as look down at her cup.
"What kind of gift do you think you have?" I asked her as I put my coffee cup and saucer down not sure what to think of that statement.
"I can see memories, I touch an object and see someones thoughts memories that they have with it, they may not even be aware of them. Let me show you may I see your cup and saucer," Esha asked me it was a minimal request so I handed them to her from the table. As she put hers down and took mine her eyes did the same blank white look that Isaac Mendez would get when he paint or when Peter Petrelli would paint, but just as quickly as Esha went into it she came out.
"You are thinking about this not the first time that we have had coffee together, but this first time that you have wondered what would be like if we're married now. The answer to that is we would have teenagers, but let's not open that can of worms. As well you are sub concisely you are wanting to see if I kiss the same as did thirteen years ago and the answer to that question is a lady never tells," Esha said with what could be the first sign of emotion she has shown me beyond shock, that beyond this cool exterior, that I might have hope, if could let myself, but there is too much going on to even think of that or even pursuing that.
"That's quite something," I said as got up walked over to the main table and saw papers skater across it.
"So what is that you do?" I asked her as saw the helix on a picture of ancient documents and what look to be a drawing by Isaac Mendez it was of us kissing in this room, and another of us putting on garlands around each other's necks ,
" I'm an archaeologist and curator, I am looking in the origins of people like, I don't think that this a new thing, just look at our mythology it has some seed of truth in it which only could be explained by people, who were gift with evolved ability," She said plainly with that sign of emotion gone from her voice as walked over to the desk with coffee cup and saucer in hand. "I have been working with your Father in the last months, where is your father Mohinder," She asked me and knew that she did not know that he was dead.
"He's dead, he was murdered in his cab," I informed her of the sad news that was still hard for me to take. She walked to the windows with her back to me I had no idea of how she would take this.
"He thought some was following him, it was Sylar who killed him wasn't," She asked me I believed that she already knew the answer.
"Yes," I answer her quietly.
"I told him not to trust him; he gave me a bad vibe from the start," Esha said as I walked to where she stood and took hold of her hands and saw that she still wore her the emerald engagement ring gave all those years ago.
" Nāṉ, nīṅkaḷ mikavum varuntukiṟēṉ," (I'm so sorry for you) She said with true sympathy that few had given and all I could do was look at that mouth full and rosy; that I have not kissed in years and that was all I wanted to do was kiss her, it was like her lips were taunting me to touch them with my own, to show her that I have never stopped wondering.
As he took hold of my hands I saw for the first time that he still had his ring from our Engagement ceremony that gave him on his left thumb.
"You still have your ring," I observed.
"Yes, for some reason I have just never wanted to take it off," Mohinder answered as he rubbed his thumb across my hand. When he took hold of my lips in a kiss that was spine chilling my heart felt like it would stop, his lips were soft and sweet. He kissed me like the gentleman he was, but with a want to see if there could have been something. That might have been lost or that was just never given a chance to start, but it was in that kiss that he wanted to find out as his tongue begged entrance to my mouth and I gave in to what was asking for, because I too wanted to see if there was anything left to what we could have been.
"So… what does one say after something like that," I asked him.
"I don't know," Mohinder answered as he laughed.
"Do I kiss like did before," I asked as I rested my head on his shoulder.
"No, better," He answered as kissed the top of my head and put his arms around me.
"Where did you go after our Misri, I tried to find you but it was like you fell off the face of the earth," He asked as I could feel his heart beat.
"I did not fall off the face earth just the face India, that night I was put on a flight to Mumbai (Bombay) where I got on a private jet and came here to New York and for the most part have been here since then." I answered him as felt his heart beat under my hands on his chest. I have not felt this content in years, I did not want to leave this place in this man's arms and that's when my cell phone rang.
"That has to be my stepmother," I told him as reached for my phone in my pocket.
"How do you know that," He asked me as loosened hold on me.
"Only she would call when I was this content," I answered as I looked up into his handsome dark face as I walked away from the window and his arms.
"Hello," I answered it was Angela.
"You need to come back to the hospital, Nathan is alive," She told me in her forward and cool manner.
"I'm on my way," I answered as started to gather my things. " Nathan alive, I have to go, you are welcome to stay as long as you like, if you need anything ask my butler she can help you," I answered as I left the room.