There, she had done it again.
Fallen in love, that is! What was it that made her flip for her co-stars, every
time she acted in a movie with them? Was she a love-addict? she often wondered.
Or a masochist who loved being miserable and heart-broken, all the while?
As she watched handsome Mahesh Kumar toweling himself dry after that
shot in the swimming pool, her eyes hungrily devoured his tawny, bulging
biceps, six-pack abs and lean torso supported by long, athletic legs; she felt
like a giddy-headed teenager in the first flush of love. How she longed for him
to come and pull her into his arms, to smell that heady after-shave and tousle
his thick wet hair!
She was disappointed when he walked past her nonchalantly, talking
earnestly on his cell-phone. “Yes, Darling, we’ll meet at our usual hang-out at
6 p.m.” he was purring into his phone. She felt a wave of murderous envy engulf
her just then. He was obviously speaking to his steady girl-friend of 5 years.
Peevishly, she took out her oblong mirror from her hand-bag and started
preening. She was beautiful. Golden eyes, bottle-blonde hair, a smooth fair
complexion and perfectly chiseled features looked back at her petulantly. She
made faces at herself for a while, till she suddenly realized that everyone
around was staring amusedly at her. Self-consciously, she got up from her
lounger, wrapping a floral-print maroon sarong around her bikini-clad svelte
figure and padded across to the hotel’s foyer.
She was nearly oblivious to the admiring looks that everyone there gave
her, as she swayed into the elevator and made her way to her room on the fifth
floor. She was engrossed in thinking whether she should walk into Mahesh’s room
on the 6th floor and seduce him. The mood was just right and so was
their sexy attire. She stared at her luscious curves in the mirror of the
elevator and felt elated. God had blessed her indeed. She looked like a diva
and felt like one too! Just what was it that she lacked, as no one seemed to be
genuinely attracted to her, ever? Maybe, physically yes, she conceded, but
emotionally, there was a void, which no guy ever tried to fill!
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To be continued....
The copyright of this story is with Mrs. Priya Ramesh Swaminathan.
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