Billionaire's lost love

Chapter 3

Flashback

Six years ago

Mumbai, India

Alisha's pov

"Himadri"

'Strange name for a seven star hotel.' I thought.

The wide board held this name with twinkling white and golden lights vertically on the wall of the seven star hotel of ninety eight floors. The entrance was decorated with beautiful white lily and roses. My favorite!

I came out of my Lamborghini and was greeted by numerous white flashes of cameras. For a second I can't see anything, soon enough Surya pulled me to him and we headed towards the grand entrance of the hotel with mom and dad, ignoring the long line of reporters and photographers present there, seeking for our attention. Some people are here to get all the attention they could find including the Bollywood stars but not us. My father is a business man and we all like to stay off the radar.

We entered together in the hall and literally I was dumbfounded, the large hall was extremely beautiful plus it was lavishly decorated. The fragrance of Jasmine was all over the place, neither too strong nor too weak but it was there. In fact everything was just perfect!

I looked around the grand hall the peach curtains were in contrast with deep blue colored walls, it was adding to the beauty of the place. I have never seen these two colors together, but I had to confess that the combination looked beautiful.

Now back to the floor I saw most of the known faces business men, Bollywood actors, actresses, the famous models.

And I was here dressed up like a little girl in a full length gown with my brother by my side.

Oh I hate this! Most of the people here were with their dates or girlfriends. I rolled my eyes at them and looked away. A soft music started to play in the hall and soon people started dancing with their partners. I looked up above my shoulders to find my brother still there, his eyes glued to his phone's screen. Ah- I rolled my eyes at him, don't he have something important to do? Like go and ask a beautiful lady for a dance? There are plenty here.

If it would have been any other time I would have loved and enjoyed everything but then, I am here to meet my fiance, the Aditya Singhania who owns this hotel where we currently are, the Himadri on it's inauguration party. I can't help but roll my eyes again at the thought of that playboy Casanova being my husband.

Suddenly the music stopped and everyone including me looked at the direction of the stage where the orchestra was. A man in grey Armani suit was standing there, the laughing, talking everything abruptly ceased and each pair of eyes in the hall were on him, I could bet. He was sinfully handsome, with his stunning green eyes, well defined jaw line, high cheek bones and a perky long nose. His one hand was in the pocket of his grey pant and the other was carrying a microphone?

My heart started to jump in excitement when he started to speak, "Good evening ladies and gentlemen I am really happy that you all came here on my invitation and for that I thank you all from the depth of my heart.....on the inauguration of this hotel which has a special place in my heart, it has the name of my Grandmother. "

Ah-so Himadri is the name of his grandma?

Then he started talking about business and I stopped paying attention to him anymore. He introduced his business partners and thanked them all and bla-blah-blah! I was not listening to him anymore. Why do I? I don't like business and stuff and that's why unlike my brother and all my other cousins I took a fashion designer degree and not a business management one.

Soon enough his speech ended and the host announced to go for the dinner in the dinning hall. The music started to play again and then suddenly I felt a hand on my shoulder, I looked back and found my dad and mom standing there.

"It's time to meet him dear. " my mom smiled sweetly at me to cheer me up because she knew I don't want to marry but I don't know exactly why she can't say anything to dad about it.

I sighed heavily and nodded, God....please. .please, let him say a no. I don't want to marry him....please God.

I was now walking with my mom and dad on my either side feeling more nervous with my fingers crossed. We entered into the dinning hall and dad told me to go and sit with mom.

We were seated in one of the chairs in the dinning hall when mom excused herself saying that she needs to go to the washroom, I knew what was coming next, Aditya Singhania. Obliviously mom did it deliberately! I looked at my feet nervously, what was going to happen now?

"Huh-huh-" someone cleared throat and I looked up. It was the same man, I recognized him the gorgeous green eyes.

Oh my God is.....is he Aditya Singhania? Of course yes, you stupid head.

"Hello, I am Aditya, aditya Singhania! "

He said while giving me a charming smile.

You could charm those models out there but not me Mr. Singhania not with that idiotic smile, definitely not me!

Getting no reply from me he said again, "Alisha? Right? "

I nodded and started to fidget with my fingers. He took a sit beside me and started to talk and slowly I started to answer as well. Mostly rubbish but still I enjoyed talking with him, he seemed like a nice guy. We talked about Indian culture, Chinese food, about our degrees and education. But the topic of marriage never came up, thank God! Suddenly he excused himself and went away.

I saw him moving towards a girl who was standing near the bar, rolling my eyes I looked at them carefully she was dressed up in a yellow revealing dress and even from the side view I could see her whole back bare.

As she turned around with her drink, Aditya was there.....they were talking and then the girl which is'bitchy' (I usually judge so quickly) kind started to giggle, she put her left hand on her mouth to control her laughter. Oh So this was the way he does it! Seconds earlier he was talking with me and sharing jokes with me and now he is there flirting with someone else! So everything those tabloids said were true! He's a playboy.....

Seconds later they were still talking when a middle aged women joined them she was about my mother's age and still beautiful. She was dressed beautifully and her way of walking showed elegance. She looked at Aditya with anger and said something after which he left them and walked back to me.

Didn't got the girl Mr. Billionaire? Go and ask her to accompany you to hell!

He took the seat beside me again and I in turn I stood up and left him. It was rude right? But I don't care....keep on flirting with whoever you want Mr. Billionaire don't come after me. I walked in the grand hall to look for mom or dad and when I finally spotted them together talking to the same middle aged lady who have just had a encounter with Aditya and that yellow dressed girl.

I went to them preparing my speech that I am not feeling well and my head is aching and I wanted to go home soon. But when I was just a few feet away from their table, I saw someone in front of me kneeling on floor. "Aditya-" I mumbled as I saw him stretching his one arm and offering it me. If I say I was surprised it would be a understatement now.

"Will you dance with me? " He looked up at my face still kneeling down. "Please! " he added. I heaved a breath which I was holding for a time now. Wasn't it a too dramatic way to ask for a dance, the little scene he created had made the whole crowd to look at us. Everyone was looking at us even my parents and that lady as well. Once again a strange and awkward silence engulfed the place. "Of course !" Do I have a choice after the little drama you did? I wanted to add but didn't. I smiled and kept my palm on his hand. He smiled and stood up as the crowd started to cheer for us. Gosh!

We were in the middle of the hall hand in hand when the slow sweet song changed into one of my favorite, atlas.

Some saw the sun

Some saw the smoke

We started to dance and I was impressed by him, he was quite well in it. Our shoulders brushed and I felt a strong tingling sensation within me.

Some heard the gun

Some bent the bow

He twirled me around and then suddenly pulled me closer.I was almost crushed into him. I felt so small and helpless in front of him, I felt his strong masculine biceps through his shirt. He was so manly.

Sometimes the wire must tense for the note

Caught in the fire, say oh

We're about to explode

I looked at him and he looked back at me, the look was intense. Moving on the rhythms I forgot where I was and the people around me. I just remembered those stunning green eyes. He smiled again and pulled me more closer till his breaths fanned my face. Our foreheads touched and our lips just a few centimeters apart.

Carry your world, I'll carry your world

Carry your world, I'll carry your world

Was he going to kiss me? No stop him Ali! Stop him from kissing you! My head told me but my heart was singing the opposite tune. I closed my eyes due to proximity. His breathing was still fanning my face. I could feel as he inched more closer to me.

Some far away

Some search for gold

Some dragon to slay

Heaven we hope is just up the road

Show me the way, lord because I am about to explode

And suddenly I was away from the sweet warmth I was feeling in his arms, I opened my eyes as he twirled me around again.

Carry your world, I'll carry your world

Carry your world, I'll carry your world

Carry your world, and all your hurt

The song ended in a sweet note, and we parted as a large number of people around us clapped and cheered and that is when I realized that only we were there on the floor dancing.

Later I went to my parents table and sat with them that lady was still there.

"Hello Alisha I am Kaveri Singhania, Aditya's mom." She smiled at me genuinely.

"Hello Mrs. Singhania. " I greeted her.

"Oh please don't call me that." She shrugged her shoulders.

"By the way did you liked Aditya? I....I mean did he....irritated you....or something like that? "

Whoa! That was fast. I knew what she meant. Was I agreeing to marry him or not? Well then this was my chance! I mean she was asking for my opinion and I would tell her the truth that I liked him, that he is a nice guy but I don't intend to marry him, or anyone, not now at least. And then even my parents won't be able to force me to marry him.

"Aunty-"

I was abruptly cut off by my father.

"No of course not Mrs. Singhania, he is such a gentlemen and Alisha looked so happy with him, and together they looked so good. " My father exclaimed.

Tears started to form in my eyes, how could papa do this to me? How could he? I thought he loved me more than anyone even mom.

I looked at mom she was looking at me with pity. I felt my eyes full with water, I was about to cry. No I can't cry like this, I have to stop myself from being vulnerable in front of so many people.

"Excuse me I need to go to the washroom. " I was able to mumble and then I stood up and left.