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It is one of the scorching days, though Bombay has a good weather all year round. It could be dramatic at times. I looked directly at the sun with my ray band glasses. It was seriously hot and humid today.

I was having my lunch at the Obroi as per the client's suggestion. It can be so frustrating at times to do business with all this unwanted broadways.

I seriously needed ME time. "It was so delightful to meet you Mr. Shenoy and Mr. Cortez." I said with fake gleeful face. But who cared if it was fake or genuine, they by themselves were also the corporate zombies and fakers. It is really hectic being here and multi tasking. I took my jacket and escorted the gentlemen down with me.

"Miss. Hemsworth" acknowledged my Indian driver Sukhwinder. He is a Punjabi from Jalandhar. Other than driving around he is also a good friend. He is around 45 and has a wife and two young boys who live in their village. Well if it wouldn't have been him around me than I probably would have been late to each one of my meetings. I nod back to him as he opens the door wide for me to enter.

The car drove through the familiar lanes. I was so familiar with it that at times it scared me. It felt like I was in my body, mind and soul but just not in me.

CHRISTIAN POV

I told Taylor to prepare the ASAP and we needed to head to Bombay. All the meetings of today were postponed or cancelled by Andria, my PA. I wanted to reach there and make sure things were alright. The thing was how I was supposed to find her among the other 20.5 million faces. It was so easy for one to be lost in the ocean of people. Apart from this issue what was the proximity that she existed. But I will find her from anywhere; let it be hell or heaven.

I gave farewell and adieu to my kids and Mrs. Taylor. No matter how much I deny the fact that I am emotion less and don't care about anyone, I CERTAINLY did care about my family.

I got into the Lamborghini Marcielago and went to my gulfstream g650. I would have admired it but as nothing registered today except Ana's thought and feeling, I couldn't do so. I loved her and wanted her back, but the only glitch was my intellectual self seemed to be adamant about being contrarian with whatever my so called heart which was futile until Ana mesmerized it with her innocence had thought and said she was dead. Don't let negativity eat you Grey.

PAST

"You know Christian; it is amazingly peaceful to be in our meadow with you." She said with hoarse voice as she was panting. I sucked her neck and went to her collar bone as my brutal lips settled in between her cleavages. My second home; and the third one was absolutely in between the apex of her thighs.

"I will never give this for whole money in the world." I said pouring all the reverence and sincerity in my voice. I looked at her eyes which now looked towards me with awe. Funny it was as how a second before they showed me lust and love.

She was incredible. That's all I could say. Soon, we were battling each other's tongue into each other's mouth again.

Someone called my name; I must have been dozing off. I flickered open my eyes and saw the most beautiful girl to me standing there: ANA!

I don't know what came over me but I raised my hands to touch her cheeks but the figure vanished as soon I reached for her.

I looked around me, no one had noticed, even Taylor who was outside was asleep. I sighed and seeing that I and the pilot (obviously right?) were only one awake, I went to get some white vine from 1998 edition.

After having a few sips I came back to my cabin and clumsily fell to bed. I glanced over the clock and it read 3:00pm; Good! Only five hours more to land.

I got up pleasantly fresh after last night's sleep. I headed to washroom and freshened myself and gave a quick but hearty shower. After shower I got into the crisp white linen shirt and black flannel pant without tie and just a coat. I had unbuttoned the first two buttons of shirts as I knew it will be a great tease to Anastasia.

We were greeted by the CEO of India's region of Grey House. "Mr. Grey" he acknowledged with wittiness in it. He seemed a man in his late 40's and was fair. He was charming and fit. He wore a black suit with an elegant plain silk silver tie.

"Mr. Roy" I acknowledged him with a nod. "I am sorry to come over without giving you time." I said with firmness. There was something faint that told that we would go well together just like John. But I was the one to care less about it now.

The ride to the suite In Grand Hyatt was filled with inarticulateness. The hotel I was quite opulent and ornate. My suite was on the top floor. It was comfy and neat like most of the suites.

As I stepped down the building I saw rows of media vans. Of course the shitty paparazzi I noted with sarcasm.

Taylor was waiting near my office's mercedes. I got in and was taken to the HQ here.

The moment I entered the building everything went quiet as if they were holding their breaths. I just nodded and went to the elevator followed by Mr. Roy (CEO) and Ms. Kulkarni (MD). We all went to 20th floor and entered the meeting room.

It was huge and had a round mahogany table which had capacity for 32 people. The room was enclosed in a translucent glass walls and had ceiling to floor window. It had AV system with mike on every person's seat. It was overall a well equipped place.

We sat at our places. "Sir we have all the info you asked for. The stats say that there have been 10000 females from America who have come here for three years visa. The Illegal smuggling of women has not been reported though. It is highly doubtful that there has been any such scam done. Though the data is approx I can totally assure you there has been no women named Anastasia Grey brought here." I heard her intently with a stoic face. I could tell that Ms. Kulkarni was intimidated by me and also blushing hard. I wanted to roll my eyes but refrained myself.

"So you say that this is the best you can tell me." I said in icy voice. I wanted to hit something hard or smash something. "Ok (Sigh), tell someone to investigate the cafe the mail was sent from and I want you guys to report me." I said while massaging my forehead with thumb and fore finger. And, after they nodded I went down to the car.

"Where ,Sir?" the driver said with thick local accent. "Back to hotel." I said without looking at him.

I went to suite and went down to the bar. I could have enjoyed it in my personnel bar but I wanted to feel the feeling of being lonely in the crowd. So just to torture myself further and feel the saccharine feeling of pain I went down.

The bar was partially crowded. I took a seat at the stools near the bar slab. I sat there exhausted and placed my order of Martinez with olive and told the young bartender to keep it coming. I looked around to scan the place and then...

There was a faint familiar figure standing there, chatting and laughing. The brunette I flew down for. I was frozen.

BTW I am still 13 so I have no idea about alcohol so I don't know if I got that stuff right. AND DON'T FORGET TO REVIEW OR ELSE I WILL NOT CONTINUE. I am serious , when there are around 1913 viewing can't I get a bit more of reviews, rude comment, critics or whatever but I want it and how about this you guys PM me and say whether it is going alright?!