The Love-addict - Chapter 1

           

 

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                   There, she had done it again. Fallen in love, that is! What was it that made her flip for her co-stars, every time she acted in a movie with them? Was she a love-addict? she often wondered. Or a masochist who loved being miserable and heart-broken, all the while?

                     

                    As she watched handsome Mahesh Kumar toweling himself dry after that shot in the swimming pool, her eyes hungrily devoured his tawny, bulging biceps, six-pack abs and lean torso supported by long, athletic legs; she felt like a giddy-headed teenager in the first flush of love. How she longed for him to come and pull her into his arms, to smell that heady after-shave and tousle his thick wet hair!

                     

                    She was disappointed when he walked past her nonchalantly, talking earnestly on his cell-phone. “Yes, Darling, we’ll meet at our usual hang-out at 6 p.m.” he was purring into his phone. She felt a wave of murderous envy engulf her just then. He was obviously speaking to his steady girl-friend of 5 years.

                    

                    Peevishly, she took out her oblong mirror from her hand-bag and started preening. She was beautiful. Golden eyes, bottle-blonde hair, a smooth fair complexion and perfectly chiseled features looked back at her petulantly. She made faces at herself for a while, till she suddenly realized that everyone around was staring amusedly at her. Self-consciously, she got up from her lounger, wrapping a floral-print maroon sarong around her bikini-clad svelte figure and padded across to the hotel’s foyer.

                     

                    She was nearly oblivious to the admiring looks that everyone there gave her, as she swayed into the elevator and made her way to her room on the fifth floor. She was engrossed in thinking whether she should walk into Mahesh’s room on the 6^th floor and seduce him. The mood was just right and so was their sexy attire. 

                    She stared at her luscious curves in the mirror of the elevator and felt elated. God had blessed her indeed. She looked like a diva and felt like one too! Just what was it that she lacked, as no one seemed to be genuinely attracted to her, ever? Maybe, physically yes, she conceded, as she was well-endowed, but emotionally, there was a void, which no guy ever tried to fill!

To be continued....

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