"Welcome to the Chaya Beach Resort!" an employee dressing in a maroon uniform greets us with a tray of cocktails in his hands.
"Please!" he motions for us to take the drinks. All of us, jettering with excitement, grab a drink from the tray.
It is almost seven and we finally arrived at the resort. The long drive was exhausting, but the silence was even more tiring.
Being in company with someone else for a change feels good. The resort looks absolutely beautiful. The entrance itself was magnificent. The floor was made of wood and stone, giving it a perfect natural touch of the tropics. The coconut trees lined along the entrance way, making a guiding path all the way to the lobby. The path also has a small bridge which I believe is to bring together the pools on both side of the walkway. Pool chairs lined up around the pool.
Some people are walking about, enjoying the pleasant evening. But I'm glad it isn't crowded.
The lobby of the hotel is as good as the entrance. There aren't any doors, it's all open. The only door I see is behind the reception. It all seems to be adapting to the natural environment. There coconut tree within the lobby, which are left undisturbed by the roof, which mostly looks like thatch roof. But I'm sure it's just th decoration, or else this resort wouldn't survive the rain that India has.
Across the lobby, on the other side I can clearly see the beach. The lines of twinkle bulbs leading up to the beach, which is actually not that far away.
"Please this way." the employee in the uniform asks us to follow him and we silently do. He takes us to the reception and we simply sip on our first alcoholic drink.
"Welcome to the Chaya Beach Resort. How may I help you?" asks the woman with a polite smile, dressed in the same maroon uniform.
"We have a reservation here." Aditya steps closer to the reception and places his drink on the table. He then takes his back pack, bringing it to the front, unzips it and starts fishing for something.
"Here, the booking details." he hands the receptionist a bunch of papers.
The woman nods, taking the papers from his and a moment later questions, "Six rooms correct?"
"That is correct." replies Aditya.
"Okay, let me get your keys." she says and turns back around, and walks through the open door behind the reception desk.
"Lit, ain't it?" says Zayn as he stands next to me. The both of us are standing behind everyone.
"Absolutely." I reply, looking around.
"Any progress?" he asks, as he slurps the last few drops of his drink in the glass.
I roll my eyes. I know he is referring to me and Aditi.
"Progress? Things only got worse?" I reply with a sigh.
"What?!" he almost yells. His face showing obvious signs of disappointment. Everyone turns around to look at the both of us. But my eyes are on Aditi alone. She knits her eyebrows with a frown and then turns back around.
Just then her phone rings and she pull it out of her pocket and brings it to her ears, "Hey baby. I was waiting for your call." she says into the speakers before leaving her bag and moving away towards the entrance through which we just came.
"Baby? Who they hell is she talking to?" I hiss standing up straight and looking at her as she walks around in circles, her face lit up in a huge smile.
"Mate, you've got some serious issues. Can't she be speaking to Rose?" he rolls his eyes.
"Hmm, probably. It's like I don't know her anymore. She said that in the future she might date Damon." I say under my breath, not wanting Damon to hear and give him the encouragement to go and ask her out.
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Destined To Be
FanfictionSequel to What's Written In The Stars ***WARNING***Contains sexual content, graphic violence, suicide, drug abuse, rape and strong language. Harry and Aditi have a rock solid relationship. But will the past events cause a rupture between them? Or wi...