Banjax

Chapter 01 |DISCOVER|

The excitement was feeling me till my neck, as I settled down in my window seat in the business class

of the plane from New York to London.

The grey sari matched with a half netted blouse might be messy but was still intact on me. Hair neatly

combed into a bun with middle partition and white rose tucked into the bun, with glittering minimal

jewelry and a silver clutch with classy silver heels.

I was feeling exhausted after a whole day of function and my speeches but I was still happy because

after I set my feet in the university in London all my efforts From my age of 19 will be paid off. I was

going to receive my honor for being an archaeologist.

I am Keya Madhavan, a mere girl of 24 years. From the age of 12, I was determined to become an

archaeologist. But support from people was not in my favor, in my dream other than my mother

because this job pays very little and no one is interested in this type of profession nowadays. But I liked

history from the time I knew it.

I didn't even get the time to change my attire to a comfy one than sari, because if I miss this flight there

is no other flight in the next 24 hours. So after the completion of the function, I directly came to the

airport to board the flight.

while I was thinking all this, suddenly I felt the presence of someone. I looked beside me to find a

manly figure with broad shoulders and a too handsome to resist face releasing a dark aura saying. He

was wearing a suit that hugged his body perfectly, making his features more prominent. Then suddenly

I realized what the hell I was thinking! and removed my stare from him. Well, no wonder I was

imagining about men because no one will believe if I tell them till today I never dated any men. I was

too indulged in pursuing my dream that I never thought about dating. I saw all my friends dating and

settling with their loved ones and I alone stood single there.

The Man beside POV

I was pissed off because of the unplanned and urgent business trip and the deal too didn't go well. And

top of it, while my return to London by private jet was damaged and my pilot too was sick. I tried to Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

book the whole business class of the plane which was soon to depart, but I got to know that one

passenger refused to cooperate. I was very curious to look who was the person because as

compensation for the passengers I paid 10 times the original fare, I wanted to see who got these much

guts to refuse my offer! When I walked through the business class I only saw a lady sitting on the

window seat going through some papers. To my surprise, she was wearing a saree very neatly, which

made her confirm to be Indian. I decided to seat beside her. I don't like to be or seat beside anyone,

that's why I prefer traveling alone. I sat beside her, and to my surprise, she didn't turn and looked at

me. I was shocked because no one especially women can't ignore my presence.

After some while, I decided to make my presence noticeable, by adjusting myself in the seat. I

pretended that I did 't notice she was staring at me with my expression while she was staring at me

after I made my presence prominent. She stared at me for solid 2 minutes, and when I decided to look

back at her she stopped glancing at me and again got busy with her fu**ing sheets. I just can't

understand what's there so much important in that sheets.

After some while, I too began to do my work, until I heard some clash sound beside me and found the

lady collecting her belongings and stuffing in her purse which was scattered on the floor. As a

gentleman I thought to help her, so I too bend down and started gathering the thing.

While I was doing so my eyes fell on a card which I think was basically, her business card. I picked the

card and when I saw it, I saw the name which I will never forget even after my death. It had the name

'Ms. KEYA MADHAVAN'.

I stared at the card with my whole concentration reading the name again and again until a sweet voice

broke it. I turned and that lady who I think I have a deep connection with because she has the same

name or she is only the person who I'm finding for this 8 years!

But I can't suspect her without any evidence. I first have to make sure she is the girl I am finding.....