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Ok Di i just have to say one thing.....I love this!!!😆 Totally i mean i so totally smitten by this....David as Armaan i mean Ksg....ok i need to calm down....😆 the way u potrayed Ridz thinking and checking him out...i am doubting did u sneek-peak in to any one of our minds by any chance???😆
I glanced into the First class aisle through the curtain and saw a pretty flight attendant in an animated conversation with a very handsome young man, standing barefoot in his crisp black trousers, silk white shirt and a tie, loosely hanging from his neck. The two were engrossed in a discussion, interrupted by hearty chortles and friendly gestures as if they knew each other very well. As the restroom sign refused to budge from OCCUPIED, I was intrigued by the young man- or should I say captivated by him. His mannerisms, his deep dimples when he smiled and when he looked up, his deep blue eyes had me mesmerized for a few moments.
Ok that was outstanding way to introduce him!!
As I washed my hands and face, his smile and piercing gaze hounded my thoughts. Why did I feel that he was an Indian and not Italian? The olive skin, thick dark hair, blue eyes, fluent Italian, his very European mannerisms all pointed to him being a native,
Simply fab lines there Di....👏
After all, a thing of beauty could be admired by all- but I was not admiring, I was ogling him like men usually do to beautiful women. Oh God- he must think I was flirting with him; I must be some 'loose' kind of woman checking him out. Why did his opinion matter to me?
ogling???? Ok i am 100% sure u are mind reading us out here.....😆 I mean heck when it comes to him who can control???😆 Oh yes i forget we r talking abt Ridz....i mustsay ur building her character up brilliantly.....!!👏
Steal your most precious possessions? I heaved a sigh and then rested my head against the back of the seat. I shut my eyes and dozed off into a dreamland. I had the most vivid dream of my life- I dreamt that my mysterious Italian man, Armaano and I were flying high in an airplane. It was only the two of us; we were laughing, chuckling and teasing each other as the plane hovered over wide open fields of blooming flowers, trees and greenery. We held hands and then suddenly Armaano placed his arm around my waist and pulled me closer. His lips were inches away from mine, and as he bent down to kiss me, I woke up with a startle and a sweat all over my forehead. The train had come to a halt at its destination. With a pounding headache, I collected my camera and my hand bag. As I walked out, I was amazed at how quickly the time had flown by between Rome and Florence. I felt guilty as I recalled my amorous dreamscape. It was just a dream, I convinced myself, but why did it feel like I was being unfaithful to the man I was engaged to be married? And why did the dream feel so good?
Haha i loved this description...seriously the way u built up any scene is aplaudable. U r really surpassing ur outstanding talent!!👏 This left me in awe...seriously!!
I glanced into the First class aisle through the curtain and saw a pretty flight attendant in an animated conversation with a very handsome young man, standing barefoot in his crisp black trousers, silk white shirt and a tie, loosely hanging from his neck. The two were engrossed in a discussion, interrupted by hearty chortles and friendly gestures as if they knew each other very well. As the restroom sign refused to budge from OCCUPIED, I was intrigued by the young man- or should I say captivated by him. His mannerisms, his deep dimples when he smiled and when he looked up, his deep blue eyes had me mesmerized for a few moments.
Ok that was outstanding way to introduce him!!
As I washed my hands and face, his smile and piercing gaze hounded my thoughts. Why did I feel that he was an Indian and not Italian? The olive skin, thick dark hair, blue eyes, fluent Italian, his very European mannerisms all pointed to him being a native,
Simply fab lines there Di....👏
After all, a thing of beauty could be admired by all- but I was not admiring, I was ogling him like men usually do to beautiful women. Oh God- he must think I was flirting with him; I must be some 'loose' kind of woman checking him out. Why did his opinion matter to me?
ogling???? Ok i am 100% sure u are mind reading us out here.....😆 I mean heck when it comes to him who can control???😆 Oh yes i forget we r talking abt Ridz....i mustsay ur building her character up brilliantly.....!!👏
Steal your most precious possessions? I heaved a sigh and then rested my head against the back of the seat. I shut my eyes and dozed off into a dreamland. I had the most vivid dream of my life- I dreamt that my mysterious Italian man, Armaano and I were flying high in an airplane. It was only the two of us; we were laughing, chuckling and teasing each other as the plane hovered over wide open fields of blooming flowers, trees and greenery. We held hands and then suddenly Armaano placed his arm around my waist and pulled me closer. His lips were inches away from mine, and as he bent down to kiss me, I woke up with a startle and a sweat all over my forehead. The train had come to a halt at its destination. With a pounding headache, I collected my camera and my hand bag. As I walked out, I was amazed at how quickly the time had flown by between Rome and Florence. I felt guilty as I recalled my amorous dreamscape. It was just a dream, I convinced myself, but why did it feel like I was being unfaithful to the man I was engaged to be married? And why did the dream feel so good?
Haha i loved this description...seriously the way u built up any scene is aplaudable. U r really surpassing ur outstanding talent!!👏 This left me in awe...seriously!!
"Or because you have no inspiration?" A man's voice above our table startled us.
Our jaws dropped simultaneously as he towered above us in a pair of jeans and a sports vest with tattoos over both arms, a complete contrast from the suave man on the plane.
"NICE TO MEET YOU LADIES….I AM ARMAAN MALLIK!" He stretched his hand out as I stared at him with disbelief written all over my face.
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