Psycho's Flower

1. Italy to India

Alessandro POV

"Bloody Asshole!"
How could you think that you would  fool me...This is what you get
I said to the man covered in blood, tied to a chair, as my men beat the living hell out of him.

I walked out of the basement, as I received a call from my brother, Marcelo..
"Why did you call me you lobster?"
"Well, we need to attend a billion dollar meeting in Bangalore, India" He replied.
Send Schumacher, I replied.
"No, we need to go, this is a very important deal"
"Fine.." I grumbled.

The next morning, I was in my private jet, dozing..when I got a call from my assistant
"Sir, arrangements have been made for you..and you can drop by at ElevenBakehouse Cafe for a few minutes before I can come and pick you."

I agreed and walked to the cafe..it was a cozy one.
I sat on the chair and asked for a waiter, the weather was rather hot and I needed something cold..I was waiting for my iced drink..and that's when I saw her..

A long dress, I didn't know what that was called, seemed like an Indian dress..
Her long black tresses, her beautiful chocolate brown eyes, her cherry like lips and her curvy body..God..Oh my fucking god..
She had a small dot between her forehead, but it wasn't a real one..it just enhanced her beauty..

She was looking at her phone and walking towards me with a coffee in her hand, she stumbled on my leg and spilt the coffee on my expensive Canali shirt..

"Oh I'm so so sorry sir, oh my god.."
She started wiping my shirt with a tissue but the stain wouldn't go..
"Sir I'm so so sorry, I'm so sorry..please forgive me"
She pleaded and I got furious as she pleaded.
She shouldn't plead infront of anyone, not even me..

She's my queen..my baby..my flower
And she doesn't plead to anyone, not even me
I could see lines emerging on her forehead because of her worry

"It's ok miss..?"
I replied..
"Its Anvita, Anvita Rao"
She said..
Wow what a beautiful name...her brown skin shimmered under the sunlight and her red lips looked so juicy, I could just suck the life out of them...

She apologised again and looked at her watch, she said a goodbye and ran away before I could even catch her..
Shit. Shit shit.
"I need to talk to her...I need to"

The next day, after the meeting, I took the shirt she spilt the coffee on and which she had touched..
I kissed it and placed it inside my cupboard without washing it..

"Anvita..my Anvita, my flower"
I replied in my thick Italian accent..
Her name was difficult to pronounce but it rolled of my tongue as her name and she were made for me..
God she's my saviour..

I need her.
She is mine.
For Always, Forever..