Diamond of the Eye (Part 1)

The Gentleman was placed comfortably on the settee. His tea vapoured out from the cup and eloped with the air that surrounded him. His skin shone under the pleasant sun of the North. He could hear the tap of her feet through the newspaper that he held over his face. Through the paper he could vision her, her infinite beauty like the universe which no shooting star could ever measure. One could easily fall for her, and keep falling for the rest of their lives. Her fragile lips parted -
"Will you not even look at me anymore?"

He dropped his eyelids over the iris softly and put the paper down.
Opening his eyes to her breath-taking mould, he said -

"Oh, how can one not look at you, darling?"

She smiled and sat on his lap. To this he responded with adequate adoration.

The sun pored through the glass bungalow. Named "Crystal Palace" in the memory of his ancestral lineage from south-east London, he had acquired all his wealth from a family business which had at present took off on a global scale. Along with being affluent, he was also passed down the fortunes of having an eye for hidden treasures. From his childhood, he had acquired whatever his desire would fancy, and that habit had become a part of his identity.

Adrika.

The orphan woman who he was enamoured of, the moment their eyes had met. Indians believed in "Karma", he could see why. He was very pleased that the tourist guide was able to convince him to donate to the temple orphans of Pedakakani on 13th October '01. It was there that he first saw her. Vulnerable and achievable - just the way he liked them. Of course, it was easy from there. The people of India are too concerned about the economy.  When you pay in pounds to a third world country, you can buy anything.

She had been acquired, but even he would've never imagined it to be that easy!

Karma was a useful belief - one of the many reasons that he loved India.