Raavi - When The Crowned Princess meets The Mafia King.

My marshmallow

The cool winter air sends chill down my spine as I get out of my 2 years old, red Corvette stingray convertible. My black long dress hugged my curvy frame, the sleeves falling down both ways exposing my shoulders to the early November air as my curly hair were pulled back in a half-up half-down hairdo.

"Hey, Raavi." The blonde with blue eyes, batted her fake eyelashes as her filler accentuated lips made my South-east asian name a little harder for her.

"Hey, Britney." I do a small wave and get on my way. I was late. Again.

"You know you won't keep him." She says, behind my back.

There's a saying from where I am. Kissi ko piche se awaaz nahi dete. (Don't call a person after he turns his back to you, or when he's leaving.)

It's a random superstition I've heard from my grandmother, but it's just one of those inexplicable things that pisses me off.

"I'll steal him soon enough." She says, as I turn to face her, when she winks at me.

You need the US visa to complete your graduation Raavi, keep calm. They'll deport you if you break her nose.

"If you can steal him, Britney. Keep him." I say ready to leave, and add, "You'd know if you were ever with a real man." My forced smile leaves my face as I walk away from her into the charity ball.

I look at the lavishly enormous and overdone chandelier, the expensive yet out of place carpet beneath my feet and the guests dressed to impress.

"Here you are." Alexander speaks in his American-Nordic accent as I turn to look at the man who had forced me to show up. His muscular frame filled the custom tailored black three piece to perfection, as I put my hand in his. He leaned into kiss me on the lips, and I turned sideways as it landed as a peck on my cheek.

"Nobody from your family is here." He says at my shyness to PDA as I roll my eyes and look at the weirdly but expensive décor. This is not tasteful with contrasting colors overwhelming each other.

Plus I'm pissed at him. It's better or he'll realize I'm late by a good half an hour.

"I've met Britney." I said, as he chuckles.

"Ofcourse you have, elskan. Her family is hosting this gala." He says as my eyes open bigger revealing the white on top and lower of my brown pupil as my lips curve in a straight line. The one thing he is more scared of than a gun. This does explain the interiors. I felt bad for the party planner having to work with this.

"She could have me thrown out by security, for... for... why didn't you tell me?" I ask in a slow voice to be inaudible to other guests.

"You wouldn't have agreed to be my date and I would be bored, Raavi." The way my name rolls on his tongue in that thick voice coated with that rare beautiful accent always calms me down.

A server comes up to me with a tray of champagne flutes as I take one to calm my nerves clutching on my YSL black handbag. He takes one too as a woman wearing a magenta pencil skirt with white lacy tank top embedded with diamonds walks to us.

"Ahhh... Young Alexander. How's your father child?" she says, as if ignoring my presence and her looks told me she was Britney's mom.

"He's amazing. He sends his regard." He says, with a big fake smile as she touches her bicep lingering and rubbing a little not so platonically and I cough.

"Ahem... I am so sorry. Just cheap champagne, does that me." I say keeping the glass aside near one of the elaborate flower arrangements as she looks startled at my manners or the lack there of.

"I'm sorry, young lady but..." she says turning to me pointedly as Alexander intervenes.

"I think Britney needs you, She just waved." He says, as she gives me a scowl revealing the edges of her latest botox before walking away in her black louboutin heels.

Uggh, I loved those shoes and wanted to get them for Christmas. Not anymore I guess.

"Let's go." He whispers in my ears, nudging where my hand was still resting in his. I chuckled, in a low voice letting him pull me to the gate.

"Richard, take her car to the garage." He commands his guard standing near the exit along with others as we make our way to his Maybach.

"It took me longer to get ready then the time I spent on that ball." I say, walking along with him as he stifles to control his laughter until we were away from the public eye. He opens the car door for me as I sit in as he takes his seat next to me.

"You do this willingly so I don't blackmail you into these events. I know you're perfectly capable of being a very obedient well behaved princess." He says half pissed off and half amused.

"Hey, She was harassing you. That was an improper touch. I saved you, sir." I say sarcastically angry as he shakes his head and chuckles turning down a road.

"That leads to the middle of nowhere." I say, as the car stops and he turns to look at me sliding his seat backwards and away from the steering.

"It leads to you." He says his hand going into my hair with a gentle tug as I look at his hazel eyes shining in the little light reflecting back from the car's headlight. They were green from the edges and turned a beautiful shade of golden nearing the center.

He leans down to kiss my lips, as I move forward to join him in the over spacious luxury car. Our lips meet tasting of champagne and desperation, need and want all rolled into our mouths with the slide of our tongues across the boundaries of where one ended and the other began.

He bends forward to grip my ass and lifts my 5'9", 73 kg ass like I weigh nothing. I held onto his collar and deepen the kiss, feeling the dress around my tight bottom making this uncomfortable.

"Let's go home." I whisper on his lips, unable to part as he humms, taking my lips between his for a sloppy French while his hands roamed the leather of the car. I parted the grip of his lips to see what he was looking for, when he opened the glove box. A blue velvet box caught my eye.

"Home?" he asked, and used his other hand from the small of my back to open the box.

I gasped at the pendant of a small key attached to a blue marbled river rock, over a platinum chain.

"Raavi, Will you move in with me?" he asks, as I look at the rock hung from the tiny key embedded with little diamonds. I was named after a river in North India, essential for the survival of life on the agricultural dependent plains and fertile alluvial soils, but also my name meant 'river' in certain other languages.

It reminded me the first time I had seen him.