Life is something unpredictable and Julia was still amazed. How does it feel when you are standing among those who are so much different, not only in looks but totally different? But she loved that difference. Flying high with this passion of learning, taught her to live with expressions.
Feeling a passionate pair of eyes on her, Julia let her gaze move to see which of the Indians was so captivated by her golden hair, blue eyes and fair skin this time. She had discovered that the Indians were spellbound by so many different things about white men and white women.
Julia's heart suddenly floated in a bizarre, sweet whirlpool as she discovered the source of her mayhem in the gaze of the one Indian who stood out from all the others. He was awfully striking and towered over the others, holding himself proudly erect.
Julia could see aptitude, tenderness and something which never met her. It was a look of enormous admiration of what he was seeing, an appreciation which went beyond the fact that her hair, eyes and skin were different from him or is this just because she is a woman, she's getting that attention. "Oh No".....!!!!!!
She quietly confessed that she had many men look at her in such a sensuous way, but never before had she let such a look involve her. She felt bit clumsy, bashful and felt that her heart would thump right out of her chest if the Indian did not quickly avert his scorching gaze.
She tried many times and forced her eyes away from him, but had already memorized his every noble feature. He was breathtaking with his light copper skin, wide shoulders and deep chest. His face was admirably sculpted with well-defined Indian features.
She noticed him watching through his cavernous eyes, which clashed fiercely. She swallowed hard and let her eyes move slow upward, only to see him smiling down at her intentionally. Now she wished to die from embarrassment.
Julia was acting as she had never seen a man ...a man ...Blood rushed to Julia's face, blazing her cheeks and making her eyes grow sizzling, and it seems that he was also enjoying this wicked game.
(I thought to use this image which is from a movie"Marigold" directed by American filmmaker Willard Carroll. Marigold is a romantic comedy about American actress Marigold Lexton (Ali Larter), who gets stranded in Mumbai(India).The reel adventure begins when she bags a small role in a Bollywood musical and meets Prem (Salman Khan), the film's choreographer.
"It's about a American woman who comes to India, has some issues and undergoes a transformation for which Bollywood is a sort of catalyst.
Nothing to do with my story, just a lil mention.