No Thanks!

Time Capsule

"Trust me I am not shy!" He whispered in her ear. His stubble was gracing her cheek tickling her. His mischievous finger started running down her neck...her back...then he turned her around. He started drawing a line from her belly button up to her slender neck, lifting her chin up. He leaned in for a kiss.

Ann woke up panting. She was sweating and feeling hot. She gulped down the glass of water next to her rather sloppily. He truly was an evil spawn...he was on to kissing her in her dreams...
What on earth was wrong with her? Was she starting to like him? No she can't! There's no way a man with a drawer full of all -flavour condoms going to settle for one woman all his life! Unless...SNAP out of it ANN! He's bad news stay away from him!

"Good morning Beta!" Avantika, came in with a pot of coffee, sandwich and a fresh copy of the Hello magazine. " There was some Bollywood celebrities wedding in the cover story, thought you'll like to see the designs."  She gave her a kiss on her forehead.

"Ohhh momma...you are the best!"

"You are sweating so much! Is the A/C not working? Did you have a nightmare!"  Ann almost splurged out her coffee.

"Err...No..A/C is fine Momma...had a bad dream" It wasn't really a bad dream...What do you mean it wasn't a bad dream...it was a very bad dream...it was a nightmare...ARRRRRGH....She yelped out of the blue, and Avantika jumped.

"Are you okay Ann?" She worried.

"Yes...Yes Momma...perfect...the coffee...it was too hot...I'll just wait for it to cool down..."

"Alright child...You are too clumsy for your own good sometimes! Be careful now...I'll bring some ice water for you!" Avantika left. Ann started flipping through the magazine. She stopped at page number 3 when she spotted a blurred picture of her coming out of Shivaay's hotel suite, and him snatching the camera.

The title read: Is this the new flame of Shivaay Singh Oberoi? She went on to read the gossip column. Our sources say the playboy billionaire was so protective of the woman, that he broke his camera into pieces for snapping a picture of them together. He's never been the one to shy away from the camera's, flaunting the beautiful models, and actresses, he dates. Does this mean our most eligible bachelor is finally in love he wants to keep her only to himself? Is love is in the air?

Ann sighed and looked at the picture again. He was sort of protecting her, standing in front of her. She spot worry in his piercing blue eyes. This is the second time he did that. Wait...third time maybe? Or was it the fourth? She closed the magazine. Maybe I should thank him for yesterday. I...I was rather rude, running away like that without saying goodbye. It wasn't his fault a paparazzi breached security after all. He was just trying to help.

She took her phone and scrolled through the contacts. She stopped at the contact Satan Sing Oberoi, and started editing. Shy Sing Oberoi, she typed and smiled. BEEP...BEEP...BEEP...She dialled again.

"The number you dialled, is currently unreachable, please try again later" He must be busy...Must have had a long night...She edited the contact name, back to what it was before. Then she edited it again, and again, until she settled for S.S.O.
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Neil was looking dashing in his Prada suite. He kept taking glances at her as she scribbled through the seating plan.

"There you go...what do you think of this?" She asked, and he purposely pulled his chair a little bit closer.

"Yaar....This is perfect! I knew you would be the best for this job!"

"Ohhh stop cajoling me Neilamber Singh!"

"Oh.. The full name? Annika Harshwardhan Trivedi?"

Ann smacked him playfully, and they both laughed for no reason. It had been amazing reconnecting with Neil, after so many years. When an overseas firm approached her to plan a destination wedding in Goa, she didn't expect the Marketing CEO to be him. This was going to be the wedding of the century. An international English Cricketer was getting married to a Bollywood actress. It was a whole east meets west theme, with traditional ceremonies, to cocktail parties. This would be the biggest event she has ever handled. Neil had been nothing but supportive. She couldn't help but feel he was somewhat smitten with her. He didn't leave a chance to compliment her.