Chương 9: A Beautiful Stranger.

"Priyanka" Her teacher, who stood by the corner of the room called. "Will you continue, please? Everyone is looking at you."

She nodded. Her hands swayed left, then right with her waist. Priyanka could swear that he was the same man that slapshed water on her a few days ago. He looked different today. There was nothing special but his smile made to her smile too.

Was she stupid?

This was the man who caused her to lose rupees. The girls in the dancing house hated her, even more.

More claps and voices joined in to make her not to give up. But they reminded her, that she was nothing but a mere dancer borne to entertain a bunch of rich and greedy men.

Tears started forming in her eyes. Priyanka blinked thousands of times to avoid them from rolling down. She closed her eyes, as the music ended.

Soft whispers filled the air as they spoke of her talent. They were very entertained that some of them forgot their limit. They made passes at her but she ignored them.

The stranger was no longer seated where she last saw him. Where was he again?

He was making her suffer just like the first day, they met at the entrance of the slums. But why did he come here?

"Hi, dear" Someone called from behind. Her heart skipped. Was he the one? Priyanka took a deep breath and exhaled, slowly before turning to the person who was behind her. "Wow...You look more beautiful when closer."

She rolled her eyes up and stared at the piece in front of her. He was one of the guys that must have watched her dance. This was not the person she was expecting. Her face turned dull as the man, in front of her brightened up. "Can you excuse me, please?"

He did not.

She almost hit him since there was no other way for her to pass.

"Beautiful one, do not be cold towards me. My boss is calling you."

"Your boss?" Priyanka was confused. He was innocent of what she was accusing him of. Some men got entertained only when the girls lay with them. Over the years, she had tried her best to avoid them. Her teacher had protected and supported her too.

A Good husband was what she needed. A man who would come, wiping away all her tears with an apology for coming late into her life.- this was a life, Priyanka dreamed of.

A prince charming! she read different books online and the ones, that were presented to her by Mrs. Khan. They spoke of silvered pair of eyes, with raven's black hair riding on a daring horse to rescue the Princess. After which they fall in love and lived forever, happily. - those were the men, she had wished for them.-The perfect prince charming.

But do such men exist in reality? No! As far as she could recall, the only prince charming was her dad and he died six years ago.

"Come on. He is waiting for you, outside" The man shook her abruptly out of her silly thoughts.

"No, I won't come. Please tell him that I won't come" Priyanka wanted to leave in search of the bike man.

"But your eyes were on him while you were dancing," The guy told her.

She looked at him for a second time. With his green eyes like hers, how could she had not recognized this face? He was sitting next to Mr. Bike man during the dance session. How could she be a fool to let this opportunity pass her by!

"Wait," a smile appeared on her face, as she understood what the guy meant. "Please, take me to him. I'm looking for him but it seemed he disappeared, quickly like...a.squirrel..."

Damn her mouth!

The guy laughed as he led the way to the parking lot. There were many people outside ready to leave for their various destinations. Some were still chatting with the girls.

Priyanka walked passed them with a cold shiver running through her spine. She knew that all eyes were on her as she walked behind the guy. What were they thinking? She was nothing like them!.

He stopped in front of the luxury car. The bike man must have been very rich. Everything around him looked expensive, even the boy that led here.

A chauffeur came out of a car with a white uniform and opened the back seat door.

Priyanka saw hundreds of eyes staring at her in awe, jealously, hatred and anger. They did not care to understand why she was meeting with the bike man. People always misunderstood. But who cares about their opinions? They were useless to her as far as she could remember.

A pair of black boots, similar to the ones that she saw on her way yesterday came out. The person was yet to reveal his face. She stood anticipating his coming out like a wife of his.

Her heart thumped when his thighs became visible. Why was she shaking like a leave?

Priyanka gripped the edge of her sari. He was making her nervous already. "Come out, please" she found herself saying out, aloud.

"He will," The guy who brought her here, said.

Has he noticed that impatience?

Her eyes were graced with his beautiful sight. She could not stop herself from staring at the man that came out of the back seat.

He was a real definition of god on Earth. May be a Greek god in a form of man. She was very pleased with his black straight hair that was neatly tied into a ponytail style. His shiny golden eyes reminded her of those characters, she has been reading in a web novel.

Priyanka chuckled, biting her lower lips. Should she tell them that one of their characters existed? No! Someone might claim him.

Her lips went dry as he tucked a strand of hair behind his ears. He smiled at her. The crowd was terrified by the beauty of the unknown. A god has come to earth....what was the other part that was missing... Disaster struck!

"Namaste," he greeted with those sexy hot lips. His honey voice melted her cold heart.

"Y-yes...N-no...Namaste, ma" Priyanka found herself, uttering rubbish to the stranger.

He nodded showing that he understands her. She was surprised that the man could be this cute and polite.

"Salem?" He called the first guy to his side and they whispered something into his ear. Something she wishes she could also hear. A few seconds later, he asked "You wanted to see me right?"

Oh really?? Priyanka wondered why Salem did not tell him that she was brought here, under his request.

"Yes sir. We met yesterday, closed to the entrance of..."

"We met?" The bike man was surprised. Why was he acting like they were just meeting for the first time? Priyanka's smile disappeared. He was going to piss her off by pretending like nothing happened yesterday. He owed her an apology. Isn't it?