Vihaan Agni Deol
Landing at the busiest airport of Mumbai, I ordered my fellow guards to carry my luggage out. Its been eight years, I left India and settled in Italy after expanding my wine business. After returning to Mumbai, I realized a lot had changed here.
The airport has become one of the busiest International airports.
Making my way out from the exit, I sat on my SUV and told my guards to safely take my bags to the hotel where I was about to stay for a week. I also told Darren to accompany them.
I came to Mumbai to attend my friend's wedding anniversary. He was married last year and I couldn't attend on his important day. But now I had made it finally. I remembered he had requested me so many times, but I couldn't as my business was taking a huge success in Italy.
Daksh Damani Agashthya and I have been close friends since childhood. We both grew up together until he decided to move to Mumbai for better education and work. It happened right after we finished our schooling. Even my parents moved to Italy as my father got transferred. Daksh and I stayed connected through social accounts and numbers. He was too accomplished in his Foreign Liquor distribution and sales. But his business stayed mostly within India and I spread my one to the adjacent countries of Italy.
By my childhood, I wanted to build a business rather than sitting in a swivel chair and doing a salaried job. Foreign countries and foreigners have an immense love for hard drinks and wine. And that's when I chose to enter into this business world.
Of course, running this steaming alcohol, beverage business was not possible without outside help.
Italy is known for world-class Mafias and I happened to meet a retired one who taught me how to run it successfully.
I had now earned a great name in Italy for my beverage, however, my dad and my grandfather suggested me to start the same in India , if possible. But I refused. I had no such dream to start my business or settle there.
They had also asked me to look for Indian girls and marry but I was never interested.
My mind was filled with Italian girls and women. Even though I had dated an Italian girl but things did not go well, and it ended smoothly.
Now coming back to the airport,
Darren had arranged an SUV for me to drive. He is my co-assistant or I must say my right hand. After me if anyone had access to my work, it was him. Darren always accompanies me in foreign trips and other important events. Darren had never been to India and this time I thought I must take him for an excursion.
I reached the biggest mall of Mumbai, Phoenix Palladium. It was extremely famous, featuring well-known international shops, luxury brands, and stores.
I had heard of this Palladium through my Indian friends who reside in Mumbai. They had informed me that it was one of the places where I could find everything.
Reaching the mall, I first headed to the amazing store of Louis Philippe. I needed to get an amazing Tuxedo for the night tomorrow. After trying a few, I didn't like the collections here and so I moved to Hermes. I needed the best one that will make me look like the gorgeous man in the crowd tomorrow.
Just joking ...
I wanted a perfect suit to attend my friend's amazing anniversary. He had informed me of the venue and location and it was going to be grand and ostentatious.
Coming out of the Hermes, I looked for a gift, a jewelry perhaps, or a diamond necklace. Whatever that can suit my friend's wife. I also wanted to buy a luxury gift for my friend. Although I had packaged few bottles for him, I felt like that was not enough.
Entering a jewelry shop, I looked for the most beautiful necklace. A platinum silver-lined necklace attracted my eyes. I asked the shopkeeper and he told me it was a very rare collection and very costly.
"Please pack it beautifully. It's a gift for someone." He nodded and gave me a paper bag with the necklace carefully placed inside.
Packing the luxurious jewelry, I went to look for other shops. I wanted to buy a new SIM as the current SIM which I was using belonged to Italy and it was inoperable here. but the Mall was devoid of that.
I then looked for a coffee shop as I was hungry and thirsty at the same time and to kill my appetite, I needed to have something. A guard in the mall told me the direction of the lift and also the location of the coffee shop.
I pressed the elevator button, and the doors slowly pushed away but before I could enter, someone from behind collided, stomped on my feet, and sneaked into the elevator.
"Careful Miss," I uttered but she paid no attention. She hurriedly stepped in and pressed all the buttons in the elevator.
"What the hell are you doing?" I asked when she did that.
"None of your business Mr."
"Excuse me?" I got frustrated. "You need to apologize to me right now." I said.
She looked pissed off but she had no right to carry such behavior against me. I don't like girls showing unnecessary attitude. Whatever the reason behind her anger, she cannot talk to me like this. At least she should be humble but she was not. Instead of saying sorry, she continued to be immannered.
"Apologise to you? never in your dreams, and just don't get on my nerves right now. Back off…." She said and as the elevator reached the twentieth floor, she took the exit in a blink.
I controlled my anger and did not let it out on her. If I would have, I knew she wouldn't have survived it.
Anyway, I reached the coffee shop and got myself a cup of hot cappuccino. While I was drinking and talking to a man in his 30s, I saw the elevator girl, entering the Coffee Arena. My eyes got fixed on her as she came in. I badly wanted to teach her some manners but I just kept on staring. The man in front of me kept saying but I was not paying any attention to his words. Instead, I looked at her from tip to toe. She wore a thick black jacket but removed it angrily and threw it inside a bin. Her slim body was exposed now. She wore a red skirt dress that had an illusion neck and the sight was breast glowed well in the red dress. Her long-toned legs and hands could catch anybody's eye. She resembled like a model and I felt like to cast her in one of my wine advertisements. She walked up to a juice maker and packer her things and left. After finishing my drink, I also exited the mall and reached the basement where my car was parked.
At a few distances, I found that bitch again but she was with a few other men who seemed to me as bodyguards or something similar to that. She was arguing with them too but after a few minutes, I saw her entering the car with those men. It appeared to be quite unusual but who cares?
On reaching the hotel, Darren showed me the way to my elegant room. Taking a quick shower and a small lunch, I rested on the couch and read some magazines. While surfacing one of the magazines, I happened to see pictures of the elevator girl. And I was beyond correct.
She is a model.