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In Paradise With The Jerk

I am not a person you'd tag 'Lucky' instead it's the term 'Unlucky' that has been frequently put with my name. They say there comes a point in everyone's life after which everything changes. Perhaps this was the beginning of that drastic change.Well, its not everyday that you win free vacation to a place that's been on your bucket list since you were in tenth grade. Especially for a woman like me, single since born, unconditionally unlucky all year round since birth, makes money decent enough to run her life with very little savings.Stroke of luck will you call it?

I could feel the adrenaline rush as I looked down from the plane's tiny window. Jiyatha Island in the tropics, popularly known as the 'Paradise of the Tropics' just the mere far away sight had excitement bubbling inside me. I had put all my savings on shopping the best for this trip. My gut told me that this would be that trip that I would remember until deathbed. Taking leave from office wasn't much of a task. If anything they were only glad to give me the leave, as I barely took leaves. I love my work. Editing a real-estate magazine may not be rosy to all but to me it was love.

Thank my love for magazines that I was finally going to live a dream I had dreamt, for several years now. A Vacation in Paradise.I was one among the five lucky subscribers of the Vacation Magazine that had been selected for the trip. I took a deep breath fastening my seat-belt as the plane prepared to land. Something in my heart told me the best was yet to come.

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The scent of the fresh waters and the sight of the pitch green coconut trees beyond the stretch of light brown sand engulfed my senses. I stepped down from the boat behind our guide looking around. I couldn't wait to get to the only resort on the island drop my bags and rush to take a swim.

"Miss Winget, Mrs D'souza, kindly wait for a few minutes, while the other tree members of the troop join us." I nodded smiling. Miss. D'souza was a divorcee in her forties who seemed as excited as me with the whole idea of the trip. We were joined by Mr. Karan Mehra, a model. He had pretty brown eyes, a chiseled jawline and a heart-melting smile. His eyes twinkled as we shook our heads. Oh! This couldn't get better. I smiled back introducing myself. Well, it wasn't just me who was floored by his good looks, Miss D'souza couldn't even tear her eyes off his figure. He indeed had the well gym-ed body.

A few minutes later walked in a lady younger than myself. She looked like twenty or two more. Dressed as scantily as humanly possible. Her dress would give my swim suit a run for it's money. Her womanly assets seemed to be popping out from her extremely tight crop top. Jealous? No way. But the way Karan gawked at her did make me feel a little envious of her well-toned beach legs and the perfect petite waist.

Sighing I looked at my watch. Now where on earth was the fifth person? As though answering my thoughts, a voice rang from behind us all. "Hello, lovely lucky people." We all turned to find a man raising his cap. As my eyes cascaded down to his face, a frown etched on my face. No this couldn't be happening. Out of all the people on this well populated planet why this monkey faced, arrogant jerk- Omkara Singh Oberoi ?

Omkara Singh Oberoi. He's been my arch enemy since high-school. As his smiling face glimpsed at me I glared. In a minute his smile faded. "Look whose here."

I smiled with gritting teeth inside, I didn't want to mar this trip by spoiling my mood. His mere voice was enough to irk me. Jerk! I simply wore my shades turning away and following our guide.