Randhir Singh Shekhawat, the 27 years old elder son of Shekhawats ,one of the richest business family of the continent is probable CEO of the "Shekhawat Corporation".
He has everything a person only dreams of , enormous wealth,fame power and women a...
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Sanyukta...
It was a hot day in the middle of December when we landed in Barcelona, and as the salty ocean wind welcomed us and as my hair starts to tangle into a frizzy mess I thought to myself, we were no longer in Ireland.
I was sitting on one of the comfy chairs in the waiting lounge of airport waiting for the driver to pick me with our luggage .Randhir left me alone there not because he wanted but that blonde girl asked him to accompany her to deal with some bussiness related issues which were needed to sort out first.
I noticed people talking in Spanish.Some faces were smiling and I was staring at them thinking how happy the couples were who probably came here for their honeymoon.
Olivia had everything that a man wish, beautiful,charming ,sexy . Insecurities again targetad my heart .I shouldn't had let him go without me .I trust him but not that bitch.
"Señora el Sr. Singh me pidió que lo dejara en el hotel.."I heard a man's humble voice but what was he saying. He was in his forties with a tall frame.
"Sorry but I can't understand Spanish.."I looked at him apologetically.
"Ma'am Mr. Shekhawat has sent me to pick you up.."he repeated in his broken English accent .
"Ohh.."I smiled and took my overcoat and purse.
He took my stuff out and we settled in a shiny expensive car.There were few cameras zooming their lenses in my direction.
The driver told me not to give them any kind of reaction because tis their job to draw wealthy influential people in limelight.He ignited the car while I opened my phone to inform Randhir .
I have to say that the extreme difference in weather was quite a shock and to my surprise I wanted to stay there as long as I could.
It reminded me of Jaipur winter days. It was divine to feel the burning sun on my skin as we were riding in his metallic grey Mercedes-Benz E400 Cabriolet.
The ride was silent and lonely.Despite of continuous nagging of my insecure heart I tried my best to divert my mind watching the old street markets,sea shore and lofty buildings passing swiftly .
After a journey of almost forty five minutes ,the car stopped in front of a palace like hotel that my eyes refused to move from .
The driver opened the door for me.I stepped out still gawking at the view in front of me.Three men were standing there.They greeted me with respect and took my luggage out.
"Ma'am please this way.."one of them led me to the huge entrance gate .
They asked me to enter inside the elevator as our suit was on top floor.I wondered how beautiful and thrilling our trip would be if Livy might be out of our picture.
