The Rich Life

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ADAM POV

There's a lot of things I didn't know about Bollywood weddings apparently. And that included a lot of dancing, spicy food, sparkles and loud music. It was a regular occurrence that every time I came back from work, loud Bollywood music was blaring through the house. Every time that happened, I tried finding the source of the music and Amara's singing. 

My lips kiss her neck and she switches off the music, shyly. I guess she was not used to people watching her dance. But today was different. I went to find the source of music, ready to fling open the doors and kiss her. 

She had company. There are a lot of people I despise in this world. James Whitbread almost tops the list. A little asshole he was. He was, unfortunately, dancing with her. Too close for my liking, their bodies almost touching. I could see the bunch of forget-me-nots and Fuschia coloured roses he already brought, in a vase.  

Amara wore a golden sari, dressed in a gold tikka (it was like jewellery worn on your head) which showed off her curvaceous body. She was so beautiful. Her hips were swaying to the music and she was singing sweetly. I fixed my gaze on her, not wanting to miss one second of her performance.

My name is Sheila, Sheila ki jawani (Sheila's youth)

I'm too sexy for you, Tere haath kabhi na aani (I will never come into your hands)

Maane na maane koi duniya yeh saari, Mere ishq ki hai deewani  (Whether anyone believes it or not, the world is crazy behind me)

The top exposed her stomach and her cleavage but it was covered by a gossamer-thin scarf. My eyes trailed down to her slim waist. Amara's hands touched the exposed skin around her neck, her face and waist, twirling in sync with the rhythm. 

It was almost comical to see James in a turban of some sort and Amara gracefully dancing with her anklets tinkling. I know she didn't mean it but her dancing was seductive, alluring and captivating. Kind of hurt when she didn't want to do it in front of me but was happy enough to do it in front of James. 

Watching her filled me with lust. Imagine how James was feeling, so dangerously close to MY fiance. I wanted her to only dance like this for me. She was closing her eyes in ecstasy, losing herself to the music. 

What the hell was she doing?

 There were rumours of embezzlement amongst my employees and I wasn't in the mood today to hear about darling James and how willing he was to dance with her. Blood roared in my eyes, partly out of lust and partly out of anger. 

She started spinning closer to me, her scarf wrapping itself around me, revealing her warm brown skin. She was facing towards me and so I pulled her scarf and seized Amara's waist, pushing the luscious locks of hair out of her face. 

Her eyes flew open and she started blushing profusely, I squeezed her wrists tightly. 

"James. Get out of this room," I ordered. I decided to settle on anger. How dare she dance with him, like that. He switched off the music and shut the door firmly behind him. 

"Don't you dare dance like that in front of me, with another man, ever again," I said, my voice deadly. 

"We were just having a bit of fun!" She exclaimed, "That song is called Sheila ki-"

"I don't give a fuck. I want you out of the sari and I want him out,"

"You can't tell me what to do! This is a part of my culture, to dance like this. You can watch old videotapes of Meena and I-"