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Sabil's Jaguar picked me in the afternoon with the red-haired bouncer and driver in the front seat. I was too disgusted to notice their face. I looked out the window throughout the ride and kept cursing Sabil under my breath.
We reached his bungalow after fifty minutes. It was an independent bungalow in that area. There was nothing around. Only a few row houses at a far distance and a lot of greenery, open landscapes, and tall dark mountains. The car stopped outside the tall black double gate. A guard opened the gates from inside. The car moved in and I gasped as the exquisite green lawn with a fountain in the centre came to the view.
Ahead was a beautiful white house with window walls and a garage on its left side.
As I stepped inside the huge white door, my eyes sparkled while looking at the off white interior. Everything was so royal. A huge sophisticated Chandelier hung right in the middle of the living room. A beige 6 piece L-shaped couch that took up most of the living room settled on an off white and brown carpet in the entire living room, beautiful window walls, and 75 inches of plasma TV on the north wall. There were a few paintings hung on the walls that I couldn't recognize. It looked like he was a lover of art.
I looked at the interiors slack-jawed.
"Welcome." I heard the beautiful accent and my mouth immediately snapped shut.
I turned around and saw Sabil standing there, wearing his breathtaking smile. He was in a white shirt (for a change), the top three buttons undone as usual and black jeans.
I didn't smile and flicked one eyebrow at him.
"Leave your bags and come inside." He said and started walking. A male staff came and took my bags away. I followed Sabil and reached the dining area.
"Sit". He ordered.
The lunch was royally served on 6 persons, rectangle glass table. There were two candle stands in silver, each had four holders and white tall candles on them. There was so much food. Chicken Masala, Naan, Kebabs, Rice, etc. There were Spanish deserts, Flan and Natillas de Leche. The staff served us the food.
"I don't know if you like Spanish food. So I asked the chef to make Indian. I hope that's alright." He said.
"Yes," I replied.
"Good. I like Indian too." He winked.
I wanted to roll my eyes at his pun but I let it drop.
He asked me to finish eating without talking. I ate as much as I could.
After lunch, we sat on the couch and I sat as far as I could from him.
"I only asked for a date. What's so hard?" He asked.
"Sorry, I don't want to get involved in all this. Please tell me you have my ticket ready for tomorrow." I said calmly.
"What's the rush, Bella? You've just got here. Give me a chance to show you my hospitality. You will stay with me for three days. Your next shoot is after a month. So you can at least spare three days for me." He said with his usual evil smile.
"What? Are you crazy? No way." I screamed.
He frowned. "Listen. First of all, you will not talk to me in that tone. Second, I don't like forcing women. But I really like you. I have been with many beautiful Indian women across the globe, but you are so different from them. I like you. Stay in this bungalow. Keep the keys. Whenever you visit Barcelona with friends or family for a vacation, use it. All yours." He then smiled.
I couldn't believe my ears. This man was going on threatening me but his beautiful face was compelling me to do as he says. I was getting weak. I don't pursue married men. But Sabil was something else. I had never seen such a handsome man before.
I didn't speak. He made a call to Abhishek and told him that he was keeping me for three days.
He then handed me the phone.
"Abhishek?" I said.
"Saanj, I'm so sorry. I had no idea this would happen. I will try to convince him to let you go, Okay? Or I'll speak to someone". Abhishek fretted.
"Don't worry about me. You all don't need me now right?"
"No. Your next shoot is after a month."
"Okay. So just tell everyone that I stayed back with a relative. I don't want you getting into any trouble. I will manage him. I will see you in India okay?"
"Okay, Saanj. Take care and make sure nothing wrong happens with you".
"I will." I disconnected the call and gave the phone back to Sabil.
"Gracias Ms Saanj. I will make sure you are happy and well acquainted. You can ask me anything you want." Sabil said with a smile.
"Umm...Your name is quite confusing. I mean Sabil is an Islamic name I believe."
He nodded. "Yes, it is. My father used to live in Dubai during his twenties. He had a best friend name Sabil who died in the process of saving my father from an accident. My father was very guilty and also forever grateful to him. He couldn't live there anymore because everything kept reminding him of his best friend. He came back to Barcelona and married my mother. When I was born, he named me Sabil to honour his best friend."
I smiled. "Well, that's really beautiful. So what's your complete name?"
"Sabil Moreno." He replied.
I nodded. Sabil's eyes were locked on my face.
Though I was a bit terrified as to what this man is going to do with me while I live here for three days, I couldn't help but admit how very godly he looked. His gaze made my heart flutter. I had to distract him from staring at me for too long.
"How come you are so rich?" I asked and regretted immediately. Nervousness always makes me talk like I'm insane.
I thought he'd get angry because he was maybe...a Mafia and they are supposed to be rich, but instead, he started laughing and said, "Logistics. I have my own industry."
I raised my brows. "Really? I thought you were a Mafia, a smuggler, or something." I had no idea why was I being so blunt.
He laughed again. "I don't do any of those things. Yes, we have weapons but they are for our own safety. We keep getting threats from local goons for money. So that's why I have hired bouncers and guns."
I nodded sheepishly.
This man had no plans on taking his eyes off of my face. I moved in my seat because of the discomfort from the way he was looking at me. I was sure I looked hideous without any makeup.
"So, what made you think I was a Mafia? Was it because I threatened you and your friend?" He asked.
I rolled my eyes. "Of course. Why would you threaten us if you are not one of the Mafias?"
He sighed. "Firstly, I'd like to apologize for my behaviour. I've always had it my way. I always get what I want. And that day when I saw you, I decided that I wanted you." Even though he was apologizing, his eyes were unapologetic. It was hard to believe that someone could be so blunt.
"Just one question," I said. "Why me? I mean out of so many beautiful models, why someone like me?"
He creased his brows. "Why not?"
I shrugged my shoulders. "I am nothing compared to those tall beautiful girls."
"You are very beautiful Saanj. In fact today you look better than how you looked that day." He spoke with such conviction that for a second, I believed him.
I then shook my head and snorted. "Stop kidding. I am not even wearing lipstick. Let alone makeup. That day my face was totally covered with makeup and that's when you saw me and asked-I mean forced me to meet you."
He laughed. "Don't underestimate yourself. It's your charm that attracted me. Especially your eyes."
I flicked one brow.
"Yes. It's all about your eyes. They are mesmerizing." He said while looking at me which such intensity that I couldn't hold his gaze longer and looked away.
"So? Dinner tonight?" I heard him say.
I looked at his beautiful face and nodded. "Okay, but I have a condition".
"What is it?"
"You won't come like this. I mean undone buttons and this swag. You have to promise to dress decently". I said and then pursed my lips.
He raised his brows. "You don't like the clothes I wear?"
I shook my head. "No."
He laughed and agreed. "Sure. And I have a dress picked for you. It's upstairs. Try it and if there's any problem, let me know. I'll take you to pick a dress that you like."
"What?" I exclaimed. "Mr Sabil, you didn't have to. I have good dresses."
"Yes, I'm sure you do. But this is a gift for agreeing to come for a date with me." He said a smug look on his face.
I rolled my eyes.
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