Shopping for Love

Long Epilogue : Part 4

Shanaya's outfit and ring

Shanaya's POV :

(2 years after completing University, Shanaya and Brooklyn are now 23 years old.)

'Shanaya, wake up!' Someone screams in my ear, shaking my shoulders. I groan and hit the person somewhere, hopefully on the face. The person groaned and then left me alone, letting me enjoy the sensations of sleep.

2 minutes later, ice cold water is thrown on top of me. I get up immediately, coughing and choking on the water that was now making its journey down to my lungs. I rubbed my eyes to get rid of the water and looked up, glaring daggers at my boyfriend.

He was lying on the floor, laughing his ass off as I died of too much water filling my poor lungs.

'Not funny Brooklyn.' I said, pulling myself out of the now soaking wet bed no thanks to my boyfriend.

'Sorry, just... your face...' he said, chuckling again. I shook my head at his immaturity and huffed. I grabbed my clothes from my suitcase and headed for the bathroom.

'Babe, wanna shower with me?' I asked him, leaning against the door. He was immediately up, his eyes widening at my question. He nodded like a 5 year old getting a bar of chocolate before heading my way. When he was close enough, I slammed the door on his face, laughing loudly when I heard him let out a string of curses.

'That's what you get for throwing water at me!' I shouted into the door, knowing e was listening on the other side. I giggled and hopped into the shower, ready to enjoy my well earnt holiday under the blazing sun in California.

Ever since I had left university, my life has changed. I started my own designer fashion company, selling anything and everything. From designing casual wear to evening gowns and bridal wear to traditional and bridal Indian wear. I also designed shoes, bags and jewellery. You name it and I designed it. But this also meant that I was busy, extremely busy. My company, Shanaya Malhotra, is now one of the top designer brands in the world. Along with my designer brand, I had also opened up dance schools across the world for both rich and poor children to attend to show off their talents. Even in the poor countries, I had dance schools being opened up.

Brooklyn became the football player, playing for different teams and in the world cups. He was captain of the British football team. He also took up his hobbies and passions for modeling and photography, helping me out with photoshoots and during fashion weeks.

We were still going strong, even after being in a relationship for 6 years. We had a fabulous future ahead of us and nothing could go wrong now.

I washed my hair and body, pushing my hair up into a messy bun. Once I was done, I put on my Victoria's Secret navy blue bikini and pulled on a tank top with a anchor on it and navy blue ripped shorts. I put on some golden sandles and grabbed my anchor beach bag.

I went downstairs and found Brooklyn making breakfast. I hungrily devoured the pancakes which he had made as he watched me, amused.

As soon as he was changed and ready to go, we headed out to the beach in front of our villa. It was crowded, filled with teenagers and families having fun. I laid down my towel and took off my clothes to reveal my bikini. I grabbed my sun lotion from my bag and slowly applied it to my arms and legs. Once I was done, I looked up to Brooklyn who was glaring at a group of teenagers. I looked over to them and saw that all the males were busy oogling me, oblivious to the smoke coming out of Brooklyn's ears. I giggled silently as I put on some more lotion to my back, purposely doing it seductively to see how Brooklyn would react.

I heard their wolf whistles, obviously signifying that they were watching and making Brooklyn more angrier. I giggled more and went round to him, hiugging him from behind as he was sitting on the sand. I kissed the side of his head, obviously making him fight a smile.