Nisha – So he is living in Dubai now?Me – Yes. For the last 7 -8 years. Strange that we never came across before. He does not even have a Facebook...profile.Nisha – I see.Me – You know, he belonged to a lower-middle-class family, and his parents could hardly afford his education.Nisha – And what does he do here in Dubai?Me – well, now he is a businessman, and a rich one, I think. He was driving a BMW X6.Nisha – That’s like a ‘rags to riches’ success story. What about his family?Me – Well, we did. " Your house?"Maryanne." Damn. There's a Marriott a half mile down the road. We could go there." Okay," Dana said, taking my hand.We drove down the street and valeted the car. We walked, her handsclutching my arm, to the desk. I asked for a room and was paying."Is...is that you? Dana? Dana Thompson?" It's Dana! Dana, can I have your autograph?"We stood in the lobby, dying to be alone, and she signed autographs. Iwas just the extra chick in the room.I suddenly felt embarrassed. All of these. I had kept my baggage and was outside the bus for a smoke all of a sudden her husband along with Sudha came and said hello to me asked about my parents and me. I was on cloud nine, as I happened to speak to this beauty that I secretly would fantasize in my dreams. Later on her husband requested me that she is traveling alone and provides any help required which I readily obliged.I sat in my seat thinking about this pretty south Indian housewife dressed in a sari fully covered and the bus had. “No being naughty baby! You need to go back to the other room and let me finish in here.” You kissed me on the nose and grabbed another glass of wine. I watched your sexy ass as you walked away from me, so gorgeous, reminding of how much passion I have for you. The pasta water was now boiling ready for the salt and pasta. The oven temperature was ready for the bread sticks as well. Everything was coming together well. I took the salad and dressing to the table as I heard the timer go off for.