"So baby pull me closer in the backseat of your Rover
And I know you can't afford it
Bite that tattoo in your shoulder" I hummed along the song which boomed through my car speakers as I drove.
Hey! I remember this song very well. How can you ever forget it Virat?! I can't. Not ever. I nodded my head giggling as those images flooded my imagination.
"Haha" I laughed remembering that night
"You have reached your destination Virat" came the voice of the audio system of my dashboard interrupting my song.
Anyway let's go. I parked the car in and there I had a huge glass building.
I settled my hair last time before entering there building.
A pleasant looking blonde approached me smiling as if I was her toddler kid who just came back from school.
"Hello sir, I'm Miranda Joseph, Emporio Armani, Bandra branch manager. Pleasant meeting such a sports person like you. It's an honour"
I just smiled quite discomforted by her way long speech.
It was an off Sunday and I wanted to do something productive and fun, but thanks to this Emporio Armani CEO, India who is too busy to have a meeting any other day and any other time but today-right now. Huh. Does he or she or who ever it is even know that I've dropped down my plans with my friends for this!
Brand Endorsements I swear.
I walked up already mad at that CEO!
"Sir please wait here, ma'am will be here in a minute" she smiled motioning me inside a very luxurious and decorous cabin.
Wow! Now I've got to wait. I do have a social life man. What's wrong with this girl? Doesn't she have any humanly understandings? Sundays aren't business days. Ooh of course she isn't a girl! Might be some old lady who doesn't know the high level of importance of Sundays in today's generation's life. Who says we're free on Sunday? Anyway who's gonna explain her all this.
I sat there going through my messages. My friends were so angry on me. It was gonna be a beach day for us.
That's when clinking of heels struck my ears. It made a persistent sound with every step she made. There came the CEO with her black plumps striking the floor, in a blue and white striped one piece ending right above her knees, her hair swinging perfectly set equally on each her broad shoulders and a black and blue cat eye spectacles resting on her nose.
"Hello Mr.Kohli" she smiled as she sat on her armchair.
That voice- it echoed in my ears and my brains. It flutterd my heart. I've.. I've heard this same voice before, long back. Yes. I remember. I looked up only to observe that same face. That same illuminated face, that same enchanting smile and those same glittering eyes. It's her!
"Hey, I remember you" I said still bewildered
"Wait... You're the same person"
"That night... In LA"
"Omg! That guy - it was you! You're here!"
"Still can't believe you're here" I exclaimed
"So it was you that day at the club? The Virat Kohli" she exclaimed laughing
"Yes! It was me. I never expected that girl to be you- CEO of Emporio Armani!"
"Ooh fuck" she laughed nodding her head
