Fantasy Heroine Fantasies

[ddey333]

There was a momentary pause. She continued to lean against the door frame and look down the hallway absently. I had eyes only for her. It was strange to be this close to her. I could smell her intoxicating perfume, see every strand of hair and every tiny detail on her face. She wore a lot of makeup, but considering she was giving interviews and had a premiere only several hours earlier, it wasn't much of surprise.

"How much longer are you in Singapore?" I asked.

"I have a few more interviews tomorrow, a photo shoot and then I'm off to New Zealand the next day. You?"

"Attending a trial tomorrow from about 9-5 and pray to God the matter doesn't drag onto the next day. But more likely than not, I'll probably leave Singapore the same day as you."

Suddenly, a female voice called out from down the hall, "Miss Rai! Stardust Magazine is here for you."

Further down the hall by the elevator stood a professional looking middle aged woman, and with her, presumably the Stardust Magazine interviewer and a cameraman behind her.

Aishwarya turned to me for a moment and whispered, "Kill me,' before waving them over.

"Nice meeting you Miss Rai," I said.

We shook hands again as she said, "Please, you look the same age as me. Call me just Aish."

I smiled and turned to leave but suddenly found her still gripping my hand. I turned to face her again and for a moment, she looked as if her words had left her. Dare I say she even looked slightly nervous. It was a strange sight to see a famous celebrity like her at a loss for words. It was even stranger given the fact she was talking to me. Eventually, she blurted out,

"I'm not doing anything tomorrow night."

This took me by surprise and I struggled to play it cool. "Neither do I."

"Great," she said sounding relieved.

"Great."

"Just knock any time after 5."

Suddenly her Manager was pushing her into the room and the Stardust Magazine crew quickly followed. Neither of them gave me as much as a glance.

I walked in a daze back to my room, not quite believing what had happened. Should've grabbed an autograph or a photo I thought as I drifted off to sleep.

My first thoughts upon waking up the next morning were of Aishwarya. Last night felt like a dream. I had woken up, got out of bed, went across the hall, talked to one of the biggest movie stars on the planet and fell asleep again two minutes later; it could've very easily been a dream. But then, my dreams of meeting beautiful actresses usually involve more nudity.

This was real. Aishwarya Rai was next door. That was reality. A wide array of fantasies went through my head; each one more ridiculous and unlikely than the last. Eventually, I put these thoughts aside and grabbed my Laptop and Googled "Aishwarya Rai". Most of the results were expected.

"AISHWARYA RAI- WIKIPEDIA" "AISHWARYA RAI- THE OFFICIAL WEBSITE" "PEEK-A-BOOB: AISHWARYA RAI'S LATEST WARDROBE MALFUNCTION"