Monsoon Romance

The Visitor

The demise of the Johnson family troubled Ibha emotionally and mentally. “We shouldn’t have been there in the first place. This wasn’t supposed to happen!” She kept telling herself.

“You said something?” Gina enquired as she drove down the mountain.

“Uh, I was thinking about Samuel…” Ibha replied.

“Oh yes, the poor guy must be devastated to see the remains of his employers. None of the staff was present when the fire broke out. I bet Sam would have saved them had he been around,” Shambhuvi commented. “Must be some psycho to have locked up all the doors while the family was asleep,” She grimaced.

‘But he was there...I was there. Why didn’t he save them?” Ibha wondered and got worried for Sam. “Did you say the police are looking into this matter? Ibha enquired nervously.

“They sure are, I pray they nab the culprit soon!” Gina commented and jumped a signal.

“Sham stop! I need to go see Samuel!” Ibha insisted in a fit of panic.

“What? Are you crazy? The Police are interrogating every person associated with Johnson's estate. It’s best you meet him after this thing settles,” Gina suggested and refused to stop.

“But Sam is innocent!” Ibha yelled. 

“Calm down lady, when did I ever accuse him? Jeez, why are you being so paranoid?” Gina complained.

“Sorry, I was just worried about Sam. They won’t hurt them, would they?” Ibha enquired worriedly. 

“We all know Samuel would never do that, rest assured it’s just a mandatory thing these hot guys in cop suits do,” Gina giggled.

“Really Sham? Hot guys in cop suits??” Ibha broke into a smile.

 "Anyway enough of the serious vibes! Tell me what’s happening in your life. Is Sam still trying to get in your pants?" She quipped and stifled a chuckle.

“You make him sound like a s*x maniac!” Ibha frowned. 

“Oh really? Do you realize you’re the envy of every girl he’s rejected for you?” Gina explained. 

"Oh don't start over it again, you know I'm not interested in this stuff," Ibha coyly replied and waved at the ladies plucking tea leaves in the tea garden.

"Just admit you suck in bed, It’s okay...there’s a treatment to increase one’s libido,” Gina smirked, 

“Hey, I'm totally fine okay! I need no libido treatment or whatever you call it!” Ibha huffed in anger. 

“Hmm, I'm sure you may have some guy in mind when you think of Mr Right," Gina commented and coaxed her into telling what kind of a man she fantasized.

Not far away, 6000 ft up in the sky a sexy young flight stewardess moaned in ecstasy while the only guest on board rapidly thrust his manhood in and out her butt. Sweating and grunting he squeezed her buttcheek and moaned even louder while the jet prepared to land. The other flight stewardess who had her turn earlier came back for more and kissed his hot lips while the third prepared a drink in her skimpy uniform.   Meet Armande, the hottest, eligible billionaire from Melbourne with an appetite to expand his coffee & tea empire and an even bigger appetite to satisfy his huge s*x drive.  

“I’m CUMMING!!” The woman screamed with her eyes rolled up and dung her nails into the leather seat before Armande released a wave of warmness inside her.

She collapsed on the floor while he pulled out and admired his throbbing manhood. “I warned you about getting into my naughty list!” He smirked like a devil and walked into the shower to clean up.

The one who poured a drink earlier offered to help clean him up. Pretty soon a lot of screaming and banging could be heard from the shower. Armande stepped out looking dapper while the woman lay motionless with a smile. 

A redhead stewardess walked up to him and adjusted his tie. “We hope the journey was Satisfactory, Mr Armande…” She winked and offered him a glass of sparkling wine.

“Hmm….Could have done much better,” He took a sip of sparkling wine and rolled his tongue. “We may have to go in for a 2nd trial on my way back,” he sniggered and winked back at the rest of the crew.

It wasn’t long before he stepped out of his private jet and surveyed his surroundings. Dressed in corporate attire, that made him look all the smarter, he brushed his fingers through his golden hair and sighed. Realizing that nobody was sent to receive him, he frowned and cursed his luck. "I hope they have a proper explanation for this kind of welcome. The worthless pair of bones didn't turn up even after knowing that their grandson would be arriving today," he took off his expensive coat and instructed his pilot to make arrangements for renting a car.

"Seventeen years and nothing has changed as yet. The same old muddy roads, poor infrastructure and uncivilized locals," He complained till the arrangements were made of course with a price. Tour guides and taxi drivers ambushed him assuming that he was a tourist.

Loading the car with his bags somehow, he got in and whizzed off like lightning. Angry that his grandparents had not bothered to send anyone to receive him, he cursed and complained even more as he drove up the mountain. "This place stinks just like it did back then, huh I can't wait to get everything in place and head back to Melbourne," he muttered and looked at the locals in disgust while they on the contrary stared and admired his foreign features. One thing the locals never got tired of was befriending and showing their hospitality to foreign tourists, little did they know that Armande Walker was no tourist but a resident at one point of time.

The climate was cool, but the journey had made him hot. Taking out a can of beer in haste, he drank it half and angrily flung it out the window without caring to see who was behind.

"Eww! That’s so disgusting, just look at this," Ibha complained in disbelief as the chilled beer spilled over her dress.

"Tourists, I tell you, they think they own the roads just because they can afford to hire a car. By the way that looked pretty expensive, I must ask Martin who he was," Gina exclaimed in resentment.

"How do you know whether the guy hired the car from Martin?" Ibha asked as she crushed the can with one hand and tried rubbing the beer stain with the other.

"I have my sources, now there...here we are. Give my regards to Mr & Mrs Walker," Gina brought the scooter to a halt near the bridge. "Don't go climbing up now, take the ropeway," She advised and discreetly handed over some changes to her.

"Sham, what are you doing?" Ibha felt embarrassed and cringed. “I’m not taking this!” She protested.

"You don't have to return it, oh and before I forget, happy birthday," Gina smiled and gave her a warm hug before turning her scooter. "No wonder you wore the traditional dress today, looking lovely though," She winked and sped off before Ibha could say anything further. 

Holding the money in hand, she sighed and gazed up at the ropeway that stretched from the point where the bridge began to the lone tower that stood erect on the peak of the other mountain across the river. The ropeway was the best way of transit from one mountain to another when the river swelled and covered the bridge. Though the river hadn't swelled this time, Ibha took the ropeway so she could reach the villa faster.

The old couple stayed alone in their plush Victorian villa that was once merely their holiday home in Silvertrench. Located on the Ghaya mountain with only a chapel for a company a distance away, this grand villa was cut off from the town's daily hustle & bustle. What the couple loved about living there was that it was closer to nature and much quieter than other mountains that were crowded with congested neighbourhoods and bustling streets. There was a sense of peace and tranquillity the moment one entered the Ghaya mountain. Woodland creatures and exotic birds roamed more freely there, it was the perfect place for bird watching or mere camping trips. The Walker couple were very rich, they had acres of tea plantation on the very mountain they lived in, they could have sold it off and returned to Melbourne their homeland, yet they preferred spending their remaining years after retirement in the villa that had given them many memories they cherished.

Ibha stepped out of the ropeway and covered the remaining distance on foot. It wasn't long before she reached the villa and found Mrs Walker anticipating her arrival at the porch. The lady was old and in her 70s, bound to the wheelchair for her bones were too brittle to take her weight, she still managed to look as elegant as a duchess of her era.

Smiling in delight on noticing Ibha, she signalled her to hurry and come inside her bedroom. Ibha met Mr Walker in the hallway and greeted him but he seemed too tense about something and failed to notice her presence.

"Leave him, it's your birthday today and I don't want him to throw his anger on you and spoil your day. Oh and I must say you look lovely in this," Mrs Walker said and caught her hand.

"Grandpa would never vent out his anger on me though he's known to be quite grumpy at times. He looked stressed back there, is something the matter? Do you want me to get something urgent?" Ibha began worrying for both as usual and expressed her desire to help.

"Ahh, don't you get tired of thinking about us the whole time? You're a young lady, you should be paying more attention to your needs than ours. What are we to you anyway? One day we will be gone and..." Mrs Walker hadn't finished her statement when Ibha interrupted.

"Don't say that you and grandpa still have many years to live. I can't imagine the villa without the both of you," She let out a tear and hugged the old lady tightly.

"Now there, don't get so emotional, you know how old people speak, right? Well then look at the cake I baked especially for you," Mrs Walker exclaimed in excitement and pointed out at the cake resting over the corner table.

"Thank you so much, grandma. It looks so lovely, I can't wait to taste it," Ibha felt overwhelmed with the love and reached for it when Mrs Walker stopped her.

"Not now, wait for him. The more the merrier will be your birthday," Mrs Walker stated and caught Ibha's curiosity.

"Him...grandma whom are you referring to? Do you mean grandpa? Shall I call him in?" Ibha questioned her in confusion and tilted her head when all of a sudden they heard the honk of a car followed but a loud screech at the curb of the driveway.

"He's here, Armande is finally here!" Mrs Walker's happiness knew no bounds as she rushed out to meet her grandson. Ibha, having no clue as to who he was, followed the old lady out and stopped at the porch beside Mr Walker.

Armande stepped out in style and studied his surroundings before his grandmother approached him with sweet and mushy words of praises. Standing there with a stone-cold expression over his face, Armande merely stared coldly at his grandmother while his grandfather came and stood by Ibha’s side.

"Who is he, grandpa?" Ibha asked curiously and wondered who the young man with golden hair and skin was as fair as Mr Walker was.

"That disgusting piece of work is, unfortunately, my grandson, Armande Walker," Mr Walker muttered in disgust and made a face before marching back inside while Ibha looked on in confusion. “Wow, grandpa has a funny way of introducing his family,” She giggled and shifted her gaze back at Armande. “Oh no!” Ibha gasped and felt her heart skip a beat when Armande took off his black sunglasses and met her demure eyes.

"His eyes...They can’t be" Ibha’s heartbeat rose on seeing Armande’s distinct pair of eyes. While one was as grey as the wild and violent clouds, the other was brown warm like dusk. Armande’s eyes were the perfect example of heterochromia, where each eye has a different colored iris, a rare and beautiful feature.  Ibha couldn’t believe what she was seeing, those striking pair of eyes...could it be him? But how...He passed away a long time ago.