The glitter of something bright in the sun caught his eyes. It moved as she moved her hand - her charm bracelet. He couldn't make that out properly, but his eyes stayed glued on the person wearing it.
She seemed to have walked out of a fashion magazine. A lingerie magazine even, with only a deep red bikini and a sheer red pareo around her waist, hardly hiding anything of her perfectly toned body. Sights like this were scarce in the country he came from - India, but he could not move his eyes away from her not because of some sexual desire, but because of her beauty that was mesmerising.
Her long curly dark hair fell on her breasts, partly hiding them from prying eyes. She playfully splashed the water with her feet as she felinely walked along the beach. She stopped where the water was clearest and her sarong dropped. He automatically lowered his eyes, out of the inherent respect for women that his culture has imbibed into him.
The sound of the splash made him raise his head again to see her swimming gracefully away. The words of his father, the pandit of one of the most famous temple in Delhi, echoed in his head "stay away from water till the next full moon, the stars predict of danger."
"Ji babuji, don't worry, I won't shower till then," he had joked.
And here he was, Ankit Sharma, from the east suburbs of Delhi, on the beach of Mauritius, totally in love with a girl he has set eyes on only a few minutes ago. What could be more dangerous than that?
