Hi Guys:
I want to dedicate this to my friend Aimee who had her 12th anniversary on Dec 17th. Many many happy returns of the day and may you guys have all the happiness in the world.
This fiction is a very short adaptation of an American movie, one of my favorite Chic flicks....Sweet home Alabama!
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Bani bit her lip nervously. The models were running up and down, Madison Ave, New York, the famous names were all there, the Vanderbilts, Chanel, YSL, Versace, Donna Karan, all the big wigs, they were all invited by Daksh to her designing debut. She had worked so hard for this! Sacrificed so much for this, the excitement was making her stomach somersault. Daksh smiled at her reassuringly, he looked handsome, tall, fair, dressed in the best Armani suit, his father was the richest guy in New York, and Daksh was the first second generation Indian who was going to be a senator, a Harvard law school alumni.
Then it was time! The models came on to the stage, doing their catwalk to the beat of the music. She looked dazed when it finally ended. People were coming and congratulating her, patting her on the back, kissing her on the cheeks, hugging her delicately in the true high fashion style. The show was a success, the biggest fashion channel wanted to do a show on her, the New York Times wanted to do an interview for their fashion section, Buyers from Macys, Neiman Marcus, Bloomingdale were lining up to talk to her. Daksh miraculously appeared next to her, warding off the paparazzi.
'Folks, Folks, I have an announcement to make!' The buzz in the room went quiet and people looked at him expectantly. When the Randheria heir talked, people listened, after all he is the billionaire's son and the up and coming politician.
Bani had a lovely turquoise blouse teamed with a pencil black skirt, accented with a turquoise and black woven scarf hung loosely around her neck, her hair shone darkly as it hung in loose curls around her oval face. She had simple make up, a pencil liner accented her dark eyes and a natural lip gloss around her rose bud mouth. She fidgeted in her two inch black stilettos.
She knew instinctively that they made a good pair, and people wanted to see something happening between them. Daksh was lapping up the attention. He reveled in it, as usual. Young, confident, cocky, rich and successful! He received a number of stares, and he knew it.
He made an elaborate bow in front of her and pulled up his trouser leg just a bit and went down on his knee. Jaws dropped, the heir apparent was going to ask the fashion designer Bani Dixit to marry him.
He took his own sweet time to take the velvet box from his pocket. He snapped it open and looked up into Bani's eyes. Nestling in it was a glorious, two carat, round, solitaire diamond! Precision cut, mounted on a classical platinum ring. She gasped, so did the crowd!
'Bani Dixit, will you marry me and be on my side for the rest of my life?' A knowing smile played on Daksh's handsome face. He knew she was not going to reject his offer.
Bani licked her lips, she knew that there are at least a hundred women in the room who would jump at the chance to have that ring on their finger. She looked around the room, taking in the expectant stares from every one. She wished Daksh didn't do it so publicly.
'Bani, I am waiting for your answer, my knee is hurting, you know!" He kept the charming grin on his face.
'Yes!' the answer came out before she could stop herself. She would regret this later, but right now, she couldn't pass up this offer, after all, this is what she wanted all her life, to be successful amidst the glitz and glamor. Unbidden, a dark figure popped up into her mind...tall, craggy featured, with a two day stubble, vibrant hair falling onto his high forehead. The lopsided smile, the mocking eyes, the spiked lashes covering the hooded, sexy eyes. She closed her own, she needed to hide the expression that came to her face when she thought of him.
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The night flew by in a daze. The congratulations, the jealous and bitchy remarks by women who drooled after Daksh were received by Bani with trepidation.
Presently they sat in the limousine, Daksh lounged lazily in front of her, his long legs deliberately touching her.
'So when should we set the date? The elections are coming up soon, I would like you to be on my side when the campaigning starts!' He sipped from the champagne flute and looked deep into her eyes.
Bani swallowed with difficulty. How in the world was she going to explain that she is still married to the backwater rake she left behind in India?
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Sorry for ending it here, too small, I know! Please leave your comments!
Part 2
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Part 3
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Part 4
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Part 5
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Part 6A
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Part 6B
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Part 7
http://www.india-forums.com/forum_posts.asp?TID=817286&T PN=23
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