A Dance with the Billionaire #JustWriteIt

Chapter 38(unedited)

Anaya' P.O.V

I couldn't believe it. I finally boarded into a plane for Mumbai. Well, it was James' private jet. A huge and luxurious one.
I must admit, choosing the appropriate outfits for this wedding was the most difficult task ever but since my boyfriend is a damn freaking billionaire, he asked the top stylist in Mumbai to get some lengha, sarees and gowns ready for me. God knows how he got to know about my size.
"What are you thinking about?" James asked, glancing at me.
"Uh, nothing." I said and looked outside, to see only white clouds as well as the blue sky.
"A few pictures of yours are enough for them to know." He said in a sigh, bringing all my attention to him.
"What do you mean?" I asked flabbergasted. The heck bro!!
"I sent them a few pictures of yours and they were able to know your size." He said smirking.
"Those designers sounds like to be freaks. Like, how are they able to guess my size so easily. I've worked with a few designers and they all needed measurements." I replied. Well, those designers weren't among the tops but they were indeed really good ones.
"Anaya, they are professionals and you know that I would never leave such an important task to anyone, sweetheart." He said smirking.
"Yeah yeah." I replied blushing.
"Miss Khan, why are your cheeks of such a pinkish color?" He asked still smirking. God knows how much I wanted to smack this smirk off his face.
"Whatever." I said looking everywhere but him.
"Sir and ma'am, your lunch." The steward said and two plates were placed in front of us. The food looked as good as it tasted.
James and I had lunch still talking and cracking jokes. He tried to ask me about the incident in Mumbai but I would successfully shift the topic to something else. However, a question kept bothering me: if James and I are together, why am I still hiding things from him? I mean, I should be trusting him, right?
The plane landed at Chhatrapati Shivaji International Airport during the afternoon. James walked out of the jet and extended his hand, which I gladly took. He had his shades 0n and I had my square aviator, which wasn't my favorite but still ruled my outfits with its not-so-retro style. I felt the Mumbai sun on my skin. The sensation was no more the same.  In fact, everything changed; what should I expect from anything else when I've changed.
"Where are you lost to?" James asked, bringing me back from my thoughts.
"Uh, nothing." I blurted.
"Sure?" He asked raising an eyebrow, not so convinced.
"Yeah." I replied giving a reassuring smile.

We walked to the parking where I was stupefied by his car. A black matte Jaguar XF. This is one of my favorite car.
"If you're done staring at my car, can we move forward?" James asked trying to hide his amusement.
I gave him a scowl face and he nearly burst out laughing but restrained and straightened himself.
"Come on, we should reach the hotel today itself." He said and placed his hand on the lower of my back. Damn, I could feel the sparks.
James and I moved forward to his car. As usual he opened the door for me but this time, to my surprise, he opened the front passenger door. I, of course, gave him a confused look.
"Yes Sweetheart, I'll be driving." He said and smirked. Two black Land Rover were behind.
I nodded and got into the car.
James switched on the radio and 'I Love You' from the movie Bodyguard started playing. I smiled listening to it.  James noticed it and did something unexpected.
"Kare chaand taaron ko mash'hoor itna kyun. Kambakht inse bhi khoobsoorat hai tu. I Love you tu ru ru yeah..." he sang. Pointing to me while singing the last part.
I laughed at him but found it kinda cute. I mean, its not everyday that someone sings such a romantic song to me.
"What? My hindi is good." He said, making me laugh harder.
"You...looked like to be literally in the beat, dude." I replied. Salman would have been shocked by his acting.
"Well, I got into the character." He said and silenced me. My brain rephrased this sentence a thousand times. Did he really mean what he said? Is the last part what I fear the most? I think I should ask him. But what if he meant it? Would I be able to fall for him? Will he ever accept my past if I open up some days? Or will he break my heart? And is he ready to confess his hidden feelings to me?
All these questions accumulated in my mind and I could feel a weird feeling in my heart.
"And did you mean it?" I asked trying to hide the anxiety in my voice.
"Not really... I was just singing." He replied. But this time, he showed no emotions, he had the curt businessman attitude.
I was relieved as he answered but felt hurt also. I could understand the relief bu not the hurt: 'why am I feeling like this? ' I questioned myself. If I don't want to love or be loved, why is every cell of my body reacting to him. His touch, his sweet words and his behavior, why do they affect me so much? Why do I feel the whole zoo in my stomach when he is around?