Three years later, Bondi Beach, Sydney- Australia.

Kabir walked on the sand. The hot sun, the warm sand, the chattering people and beautiful women. The beach always excited him. And coming to the beach in Australian summer was more pleasurable.

He took a seat on the long beach chair and stretched his leg. He adjusted his sunglasses and looked towards the water. Among many dazzling beauties, his eyes searched for only one. His search ended when he saw the beautiful diva walking towards him.

She was dressed in a strapless red bikini and was smiling as she walked towards him. Kabir smiled watching her ruffle her collar-bone length chestnut hair. He observed her perfect hour shaped glass figure, her busty breasts, swaying hips and toned long legs. He sat up in his seat as the woman came to him.

'Enjoyed the water?' He asked. He noticed water trickling down her body and sand granules stuck to her legs. She smiled and sat on his lap.

'Not as much as I enjoy being with you.' She replied wrapping her arms loosely around his neck.

'Ha! Monica. You never seem to amaze me.' He replied caressing her arm with his palm. Monica smiled shifting closer.

'That is why I am your girlfriend for three years now.' She winked at him. Kabir nodded wrapping his arms around her waist.

'True! You have been the only girl beside Kavita who lasted so long with me.' He agreed. Monica let out a small laugh and got up. She picked up a towel that was resting on the chair.

'That is because I am letting you **** other girls while still being your mistress.' She replied haughtily and continued to wipe her arms.

Kabir smirked and leaned back, - 'That reminds me. I met this wonderful woman and have invited her to my hotel room. So, if you don't mind-'

'I don't.' Monica replied not looking at him. Kabir felt offended. He frowned and pulled up his shorts. He leaned front resting his arms on his thigh.

'You don't mind me being with other women?' He asked looking intently at her. Monica looked at him and smiled. She leaned revealing her cleavage. Kabir licked his lips as he looked at it. Monica moved her hand and placed her palm under his chin. She lifted his face and made him look up into her eyes.

'As long as I am getting what I want,' – She trailed her finger along his jawline, - 'I don't care what you do.' She rose from her seat and tilted her head. She kissed his cheek and trailed her lips towards his ear.

'Sweetheart.' She wrapped her arms loosely around his neck and nuzzled her head into his neck. Kabir held the back of her hair and moved her head back. Their gaze met.

'You are a very selfish bitch.' He said eyeing her lips. Monica smiled and leaned. She brushed her lips against his and leaned back.

'I know.' She winked at him. Kabir smiled back.

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Later in the night, Monica sat next to the French window. She sat on a small sofa with her legs stretched and her feet resting on the window pane. She kept staring at the starry night and smoking.

She took a puff and sighed lowering her head. So much has changed in these three years. Monica has everything she wanted - money, fame, being a top model, cars, apartment and everything else. Her life was just like how she had wanted yet more than often she feels like how she was feeling now.

Lost and Lonely.

'Shoot!' Monica realized the cigarette she had just finished was the last in the pack. She moved her legs down and quickly got up from the seat. She walked up to the cupboard and took out her casuals. Quickly, she wore a V-neck cold shoulder top and black tight denim. She hung her handbag on her shoulder and walked out of her room. She didn't bother informing Kabir as she knew he would be busy. Moreover, she is just going to get another pack of cigarette.

After she had left the hotel she searched for a nearby grocery. She entered the small market and asked for a pack of cigarette. She got the pack and placed the cash on the counter. Then, she dropped the pack into her handbag and walked out of the shop. She looked around. It is an hour after sunset, yet many people are there on the street. Monica decided to get some fresh air. Staying in the hotel was making her feel suffocated.

'Taxi!'

The cab stopped in front of a park. Monica got down and paid him. Then, she looked around. This park remains open twenty-four hours and so there were many people here. Some with kids while some were simply strolling, also there were few people jogging. Monica walked into the park. She wrapped her arms around her and walked along the path. As she walked she observed the people. Few couples did make her envious, but she tried ignoring them.

Sometime later, someone dashed into her and she stumbled but luckily didn't fall.

'What the F-' She stopped mid-sentence when the young girl apologized.

'Sorry.' She smiled sweetly at her. Monica looked at her for a second before nodding.

'It is okay.' She said and turned around.

'Excuse me? You are Monica Rai, right?' The girl asked. Monica turned and looked at her. She was used to random people recognizing her back in India. But it was a surprise being recognized here in Australia. Monica looked intently at her and realized the girl was Indian.

She was dressed in navy blue tank-top with black hot pants and white sneakers. Her long bushy curls tied in a high ponytail. She had twinkling black eyes and smiling lips. Her figure slim, but her thighs were little thick.

'You know me?' Monica asked. The girl smiled nodding her head excitedly.

'Of course, you are a big name in India. Also, you are model in DK TV19 and my friend works there. Besides, Maam, I am your big fan. You are my role model. Your figure motivated me to strict exercise and diet, else I was very fat.' The girl buttered her. Monica felt proud, she straightened.

'Maam, can I have-have your auto-autograph.' She beamed. Monica nodded.

'Okay.' She said dryly. Suddenly, her head got filled with attitude. The girl nodded, she checked her pockets and pouted releasing she doesn't have paper and pen.

'Maam, one minute.' She said, and Monica sighed folding her arms. She looked around and found a small stall. Monica watched the girl walk towards the stall. She spoke something to the man and got some tissues and a pen. Then, she turned around and smiled at Monica, but she maintained a straight face.

The girl stopped in front of her and forwarded her the tissue, - 'Here, Maam. Please.' She said sweetly. Monica looked around and walked towards the light lamp. The girl frowned and followed her.

'Your name?' Monica asked, her pen hovering over the tissue paper. The girl clasped her palm tightly and leaned.

'Jhanvi Singh.' She said. Monica looked up at her. For some strange reason, the girl looked familiar. Like a distinct memory. For a second, she wondered if she knew her. The name also sounded familiar.

Anyway, she shook her head and wrote her name. Then, she sighed and handed it to Jhanvi.

'Thanks, Mam.' – She eyed the tissue paper with a bright smile, - 'You know, Maam,' – She looked back at Monica, - 'I am your biggest fan but my friend,' – She rolled her eyes, - 'he doesn't like you for some reason he get-' She stopped speaking when Monica placed her palm on her shoulder.

'Jhanvi, sweetheart. I must go. Sorry.' Monica faked sweetness. Jhanvi gulped and nodded.

'Sorry, you must busy, and I-' She stopped talking when Monica began walking away. She watched her and sighed.

Celebrities are such busy people – Jhanvi shrugged. Then, she checked her watch and shook her head. 

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How was the Chapter, guys? Three years, Monica and Kabir are still going strong and Monica's fan, she was interesting *smirk* What are your thoughts, guys? Drop your comments, please *smiles*