Monica poured some water into the saucepan and put it to boil. She hummed her favorite tune as she searched for tea bags. She took out a cup from the cabinet to the right of the stove and added half spoon sugar and placed the tea bag into the cup. She tapped her long nails on the kitchen slab and continued to hum her song. A smile stuck to her face. After the water had boiled she picked up the sauce pan and carefully poured hot water into the cup.

'La-La-La...' She kept humming as she cat walked into the sofa room. She placed the cup on the coffee table and sat back on the sofa. She bit her smile and tugged her hair behind her ears as she picked up her phone.

'Eshaan.' She said to herself and was about to dial his number when a message popped on the screen. It was an unknown number. Monica felt slightly nervous as she clicked on the message with her thumb. She held her breath as she read the message.

Liked the news? If you want such awesome news, then join me tonight for dinner. Hayat, suite room 810

Kabir Singhal

Monica bit her lip wondering if all this was true or someone was messing with her head. Then she looked down at the phone. She has just been called to the auditions. If she upsets Kabir he might make sure she gets rejected. Coming this far she didn't want to fall. She must take the risk.

'See, what your "princess" is saying? She wants to disgrace us. She wants to be a model and walk around naked in front of men. Chi!'

'But Papa modeling doesn't mean walking around naked. Besides, it's my passion.' Young Monica pleaded. Her father turned to look at her and she was taken aback seeing his eyes blazing with rage.

'Being a prostitute is your dream, eh?'

Monica bit her lower lip as her father's words stabbed her heart. She shook her head as tears pooled her eyes. Her father took a step and held her arm. She winced and looked teary at him.

'Just shut up and concentrate on your entrance exam. Being an Engineer should be your dream and not modeling.' -He pulled her closer, - 'And if you dare go against us, we will consider you are dead for us.' He pushed her, and she stumbled back. Her mother held her. She was sobbing badly as well.

'Ma, please tell Papa.' Monica sobbed and pleaded her mother. But she shook her head and held her teenage daughter tightly in her embrace.

'No, Beta. Your Papa is right. Forget about Modelling. It is for dirty girls and not for girls like you.' She said and hugged her daughter again.

Monica felt fresh tears brim in her eyes as she recollected all the taunts and the suffocation she got from her parents. She had tried her best to be the good girl and study Engineering, but she couldn't do it and ran away. Like they had said, her parents disowned her. Monica was shattered. She felt lonely and vulnerable. But she knew this was her choice, her dream. The glamour world, the money, the fame had always attracted young Monica and she had already done things to get stuffs her parents couldn't give her. She wanted to be a model, so she could fulfill all her dreams and live the rich life. According to her that life she would never get if she became an engineer.

Reminiscing about her past, Monica was even more determined. Finally, she is very close to getting her big break and she can't mess up.

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The cab stopped in front of Grand Hayat. Monica looked up at the posh building and then looked down. She opened her shimmering golden clutch purse and took out some cash. She handed it to the taxi driver and climbed down the car.

Suite 810

Monica tugged down her wine-red short dress and straightened. Clenching her purse tightly and she stared at the building. She adjusted the straps of her closed red heels and walked confidently towards the entrance.

She stepped into the elevator and pressed the button to the eighth floor. As the door closed she exhaled deeply.

Monica opened her purse and checked for the pepper spray. She also looked at her sharp heels. She made sure she wore them in case this all turned out to be fake. She was planning to stab the rascal right in his heart if he messes with her. Monica felt little confident.

TING.... The elevator door opened, and Monica stepped out.

She adjusted her hair on her shoulder and fixed her half braid. Stopping in front of the suite she began to fidget with her purse and managed to take out a hand flip mirror and checked her reflection. Her smoky eyes and red glossy lips were perfect. Monica dropped the mirror back into her purse. She felt her heartbeat increase as she raised her hand and rang the door-bell.

'Come in.' She smiled hearing Kabir's voice.

She was worrying for no reason. All this wasn't fake. But it was too good to be true.

Monica pinched her wrist and realized she wasn't dreaming. She smiled and twisted the doorknob.

She entered the suite. The entire place was dimly lit with yellow lights. She closed the door behind her. The suite was big to be an apartment. There was a plush brown embroider L- shaped sofa. Behind it fake wooden wall with beautiful design. Beside it, there was a plush Queen- sized bed with a dark wood bedpost and elegant golden work on it.

'Hello, beautiful.' A husky baritone startled her. She turned around and found Kabir standing next to the bar counter in the kitchen. He stood leaning with his elbow on the marble slab. He held a glass of wine. Monica noticed few buttons of his black shirt were undone. She got a glimpse of his collarbone and quickly she looked away.

'Drinks?' He asked looking intently at her. Monica looked up and smiled. She nodded and walked confidently towards him. Kabir straightened and eyed her. His gaze traveled from her long legs to her hips, breasts and rested on her face. She stood next to him and stared boldly into his eyes.

'Yes.' She whispered. Kabir was startled as she took his glass from him. She held his gaze and took a sip from the side he had drunk. Kabir smiled at her. She turned around and placed her purse on the slab.

'Liked the news?' Kabir asked looking keenly at her. Monica nodded and placed the glass on the slab. She moved her hand and parted her hair into half and placed them on her shoulder. Kabir inhaled sharply eyeing her bareback. Monica smirked.

He took a moment to look away and shifted closer, Monica didn't move.

'It was just the call for auditions, darling.' – He eyed her closely and Monica looked away, - 'If you want to get selected-' Monica closed her eyes and arched her back slightly as he trailed his index finger along the length of her spine. He watched her shoulder blades flex.

Monica opened her eyes and shifted. She picked up the wine glass and turned to look at him. She leaned her hand against the slab and took a sip, - 'Are you suggesting I sleep with you to bag the fashion week?' She asked boldly. Kabir shook his head and shifted closer.

He exhaled deeply and extended his hand, - 'No. I am suggesting that you,' – He caressed the length of her arm with the back of his fingers, - 'That you be mine,' – He held her arm and pulled her closer, she inhaled sharply but doesn't break the eye-contact, - 'Only mine.' – He moved his arm and held her waist, - 'I will assure you that you will have no troubles at all. I will give you everything you dream of and even the things you can't even dream of.' He pulled her closer. Monica smiled noticing a glint in his dark eyes.

She placed her palm on his chest and gently pushed him. She turned around and walked towards the high chair.

'What is the guarantee?' Monica eyed him placing one leg over the other. Her short dress slid up exposing her thighs. Kabir eyed her lustfully and walked up to her.

'Anything for you, my love.' He said placing his palm on her thigh. Monica looked at his hand and then looked at him. She took a sip and placed the empty glass on the counter.

'I will be yours, Mr. Kabir Singhal. But what if you get bored of me and then-'

Kabir held her hand and kissed the back of the palm, - 'You are such a gorgeous woman. Only a fool will get bored of you.' He moved his hand and brushed his fingertips on her cheek. He smiled feeling her velvety soft skin.

Monica smiled and turned her head. She twirled her fingertip around the rim of the glass and smiled looking at him.

'As long as I am getting everything I want, I don't care what you do.' – She looked confidently at him and shifted, - 'I don't care if you are with me, with your wife or ****ing other women.' She said placing her arm on the table. Kabir was stunned. He didn't know if he should be happy that he was finally getting a girl who herself has suggested a no-strings-attached relationship or should he be offended that she wasn't interested in him at all and only in his money and power.

'You are very selfish, Monica.' He said caressing her wrist. She leaned making sure he gets a glimpse of her cleavage. Kabir eyed her cleavage and she smirked.

'I know.' She said in a soft tone. Kabir moved his gaze and looked at her. She climbed down the chair and took a step closer to him.

Kabir moved his hand and held her waist, - 'What if you fall in love with me?' He asked and smirked. His smile faded when Monica laughed. A moment later, she stopped laughing and placed her palms on his shoulder.

'Are you serious? Love? Monica doesn't fall in love, sweetheart.' – She touched his nose, - 'I am more of a practical person.' She said. Kabir looked impressed.

'Still,' – He pulled her closer and their bodies touched, - 'You are human. What if you get carried away?' He asked.

For a second, Monica's smile faded as she recollected Eshaan. But quickly she composed herself.

Focus, Monica – Her mind scolded her.

Monica looked at Kabir again and smiled wrapping her arms loosely around his neck, - 'I am a human without any emotions. Try me.' She said playing with the edge of his hair.

'I would love to.' Kabir tilted his head and leaned closer. Monica smiled closing her eyes.

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Monica pushed Kabir. He groaned and stopped kissing her. Monica gasped for breath and began tugging down her dress. She moved her hair to one side and was about to get up from the sofa when Kabir held her hand.

'Where are you going?' He sounded breathless. Monica freed her hand and smiled placing her palm on his shoulder.

'Home.'

Kabir sat up straight on the sofa and gaped at her, - 'So soon,' – He stood up and moved aside a curl from her face, - 'I haven't even started yet.' He pressed his thumb against her lower lip. Monica held his hand and moved it away.

'I am getting late, my darling. And- now we would be meeting often. Right?' She winked at him.

'Right!' Kabir nodded like a kid. Monica smiled and leaned. She placed her palm on his shoulder and kissed his cheek.

'Good night.' She whispered. Kabir shivered little and moved his head back.

'Good night.' He said.

He was very disappointed. Kabir has never met a girl like Monica. She was bold, confident, focused and sexy. Moreover, she has made him very restless and wanting for more. He had expected he would easily impress her with his charm and take her to bed. But very cleverly she teased him with just kiss. And kissing her was unlike any kiss he ever had. She wasn't shy and kissed him back with equal passion and lust. He didn't want to stop kissing her. And now, watching her go he felt a crazy urge to grab her and start kissing her senselessly, again.

After Monica had walked into the elevator. Kabir smiled closing the door. He had many women in his bed, but no one had given him such an amazing time. And they had only kissed.

Kabir walked up to the bar counter and poured some more wine into his glass. He picked it up and brought it to his eye level. He looked at the lipstick mark and he smiled. He placed that part of the rim to his lips and his smile widened. He felt like he was kissing the feisty woman yet ag

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How was the Chapter, guys? We got a glimpse of Monica's past and how was Monica and Kabir's meeting?

Drop your thoughts in the comment, please *smiles*