Maharaja International
is the last book of The Bansal Legacy
trilogy and follows the story of Ritvik Bansal, the youngest Bansal sibling.
Ritvik helms the 5-star hotel by the same name at the heritage city of Udaipur.
The hotel and the setting are completely
from my imagination. I got an opportunity to visit Udaipur in February 2017. I
must say I had planned the visit deliberately after the way the second book in
the trilogy—Rose Garden International—had
panned out based on a trip to Ooty. Setting my book in a city that I have
actually visited makes a difference to the way it’s portrayed in the novel is
what I found. Many of my readers were keen to visit or revisit Ooty after
reading Book #2 of the series. I truly hope I have been able to capture the
flavour of Udaipur in Maharaja
International.
I am proud to say that the book has been
independently published by Flaming Sun and launched by The Book Club.
A special thanks to Rubina Ramesh, Nikita
Jhanglani and Unaiza Merchant. A million thanks to all my readers and fans out
there. Last, but not the least, Thank you Amazon! You have set me free!
Blurb
Ritvik Bansal’s decision to father a
surrogate child comes as a total shock to his family, more because he insists
that he needs no wife.
Two years down the line, Sia Rathod goes
to work at Ritvik’s 5-star hotel Maharaja International as the salon manager at
Cleopatra’s.
They connect instantaneously as sparks
fly. After spending time in each other’s company, they take their relationship
to the next level.
Will Ritvik change his mind about getting
married?
Even if he does, will Sia agree to become
his wife as well as to be mother to two-year-old Aarya? Especially with the
kind of past that she never speaks about?
*This is the third and last book in The
Bansal Legacy series
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An
Excerpt
It wasn’t really
a surprise when Ritvik woke up at 6.30 am with a crick in his neck. But the
gentle weight in his arms made him almost forget his pain. He gently brushed
back the curls that had tumbled over Aarya’s face and was glad to find that she
had no fever.
Aarya opened her
eyes and gave him a toothy grin. “Gu mornin’ Daddhie.” She sat up on his
stomach to rub her eyes. “You are my bedh,” she gurgled with laughter.
“Good morning,
my little imp. Oh yeah!” He laughed, before lifting her in his arms to carry
her to the bathroom. “I love you sweetie.”
Aarya threw both
her arms around his neck, giving him a wet kiss on his cheek. “I love you
Daddhie.”
Ritvik left
Aarya in Meera’s care before taking a shower. The pain in his neck refused to
go and that was when he struck upon a plan. He couldn’t help but recall the
memory of Sia’s lush breasts thrusting against her white shirt, the nipples
having gone pebble hard when he touched her shoulder. He would go to Cleopatra’s
and have a head massage. He pulled on a pair of Bermuda shorts and a button
down half shirt, before thrusting his feet into leather sandals.
“Meera aunty, I
need to go out for a while. Please give Aarya her breakfast.” He turned to his
daughter and said, “Daddy needs to go somewhere sweetie. You have breakfast
with aunty. I’ll be back in some time. We both will have lunch together.”
“’kay Daddhie.
I’m goin’ see carthoon.”
“Right sweetie.
You do that.” Ritvik ruffled her hair before kissing Aarya on the top of her
head. Waving to both of them, he left to rush down three flights of stairs
before walking to the back of the hotel where Cleopatra’s was. He entered to
find Inder and Fern who hailed him exuberantly. “Hey good morning,” he
responded to them with equal enthusiasm. “Where are the others?”
“Andy is giving
a client a massage and Asha is with another client for a manicure-pedicure,”
Inder answered. “What can I do for you Ritvik?”
“Where’s Sia?”
“Were you
looking for me?” Sia came out of the bathroom where she had gone to change into
her work attire. Seeing Ritvik, she greeted him with a smile, “Good morning
boss.” It was difficult holding on to her smile as she ran her eyes over him.
The first time she met him, Ritvik had been dressed casually in jeans and a
t-shirt. Yesterday, he had been in a formal suit when she had met him in his
cabin. Today, in shorts and a casual shirt, he was breathtaking. It was a
wonder that she was still breathing after catching an eyeful of him first thing
in the morning. Sia pressed a hand against her chest, trying to calm down her
pounding heart. It was with great difficulty that she focussed on what he was
saying.
“Morning Sia. I
need a head massage, desperately. Are you free to give me one?”
“Of course!
Would you like to settle down in that cabin?” Sia pointed to the one on the far
left. “I’ll be with you in two minutes.”
Ritvik settled
down in the comfortable salon chair, his feet stretched out on the little
pouffe. He turned his neck this way and that, unable to find a suitable
position as it continued to hurt.
Sia walked in,
pushing a trolley that held steaming aromatic oil, combs and towels, to see him
turning restlessly on the chair. “Is something wrong?”
“I’ve sprained
my neck. It hurts like a bitch,” he bit out.
“The massage
will definitely help. But I’ll get you an icepack first. Can you please take
off your shirt?” Sia fled even as she noticed his hands moving towards the
shirt buttons through the mirror. Wondering how she was going to survive the
next hour, Sia removed a frozen pack from the freezer and went back to the
cabin. She dropped the pack on the trolley, her pulse going haywire when her
eyes encountered his amazing chest in the mirror. Luckily for her, his eyes
were shut, thick and long lashes resting against his manly cheeks. She took a
minute to study his bronzed, muscular shoulders and chest that tapered into a
lean waist. His chest was liberally sprinkled with curly hair, just enough to
make a woman want to swoon into his arms. Feeling like a voyeur, Sia turned her
head away to remove a huge, fluffy towel to spread it over his chest. She
lifted his open hair and piled it into a loose knot on the top of his head.
“Can you tell me where exactly it pains?”
When Ritvik
pointed to the left side of his neck without opening his eyes, Sia said in
warning, “I’m going to press an icepack to that point,” before placing it
gently against the area and holding it there.
Ritvik gave a
deep groan. “Thanks Sia. That feels good.”
Sia smiled,
looking at him in the mirror. Gaining confidence as his eyes continued to
remain shut, her silvery grey eyes ran over his body boldly. His broad feet
were bare as they rested on the ottoman, as were his long, long legs. His khaki
shorts covered him from hip to knee. Her eyes stopped at his washboard abs that
the towel hadn’t manage to quite cover. She dragged her gaze away with an
effort to concentrate on his neck as she lifted the icepack and turned it over
before pressing the other side down to the troubled spot, satisfied to hear
Ritvik’s groan of pleasure.
She removed the
ice pack before pouring the fragrant oil in her left palm. Rubbing it between
her hands, Sia set out to massage Ritvik’s shoulders, working towards his neck,
while he continued to remain silent, his eyes shut. She could see that his
breathing was even as his chest rose and fell rhythmically under the towel.
Her palms and
fingers tingled as she rubbed them firmly over his shoulders, revelling in the
sensation. He was all hard muscle and sinew, not one little bit of spare flesh.
His skin was bronzed to an even golden brown. Sia was hard pressed to refrain
from kissing the pulse beating steadily at the side of his neck. She worked
dexterously with her hands despite the lusty thoughts that scampered through
her mind, orchestrated by her hammering heart.
Ritvik groaned,
opening his slumberous gaze to look at her through the mirror when she pressed
a thumb to the damaged spot. “That’s the point. Go easy on it please.”
She gave him a
nod and a weak smile, her grey eyes glowing silver as she tenderly stroked the
spot upwards, keen to relieve his pain.
“Oh yes! That
feel so good,” moaned Ritvik, shutting his eyes again, giving himself up to her
ministrations. He almost went to sleep as Sia opened the loose knot of his long
hair and oiled it. She pulled and stroked and massaged every inch of his scalp,
working her way towards his neck once again, downwards this time. After forty
five minutes of kneading his head and neck, Sia set up a hair steamer above
Ritvik’s head and switched it on. She also brought a hot towel for his neck.
After the excess oil was removed from his neck, she applied a hot water bag,
holding it in place on the left side of his neck.
Though Ritvik’s
eyes were closed, he was completely awake as he underwent the treatment. He had
caught the tinge of colour on her cheeks and had kept his eyelids firmly shut,
not to cause her further embarrassment. Sia was good with her hands while her
touch on his head, neck and shoulders had aroused him. The first time he saw
her, he had noticed her in passing just as any other red-blooded man would
have. She was attractive and was also good at her job.
But yesterday
was the first time Ritvik had really taken notice. It wasn’t everybody who
could stand up to Dayanita Thakore. That woman wore her shroud of royalty like
a weapon and people who came in contact rarely had the guts to speak to her,
let alone cross swords. He had been impressed by the way Sia had dealt with
Dayanita. Attractive, efficient and bold! Sia seemed to be a lethal combo.
Ritvik wanted to know her more. It had been at least three years since Ritvik had
felt a spark of attraction towards a woman. There was a time when Rohit had
teased him ad nauseam of being a ladykiller and his elder brother had spoken
the truth after all. That had been one phase of Ritvik’s life. Later, after
being chased by women only because of his looks and money—none of them seemed
to care that there was an intelligent mind lurking behind his hot looks—Ritvik
had arrived at the decision that he never wanted a permanent relationship with
one. That was also the time when he decided to become a single father. When his
baby was growing in some stranger’s womb, Ritvik wasn’t in a mental state to
have an affair. When Aarya was born, he gave her all his attention. Between his
busy career as a hotelier and being a single parent to his little girl, Ritvik
didn’t make time for women. Yes, he was aware that he could have made the time
if he had really set his mind to it. But it was just that he hadn’t felt the
need.
Right now,
though, it looked like Sia had woken up the sleeping man in him. Ritvik opened
his eyes and stretched after she moved the steamer and hot water bag away.
“Sia...” His charcoal eyes delved deeply into her smoky grey gaze through the
mirror. “That was simply amazing! My neck,” he turned his head, first to the
left and then to the right before continuing, “is as good as new.” He smiled at
her before getting up from his chair, the towel falling off his magnificent
chest and making Sia’s eyes stretch wide. Ritvik’s smile grew wider when he saw
what had caught her attention. Removing his shirt from the hanger, he shrugged
his wide shoulders into it. “Thank you so much. Tell you what!” He paused as if
to wonder if she was really hearing his words as her expression was still
dazed.
“What?” Sia
lifted her gaze from his chest—it was covered now anyway—up to his eyes as she
asked the question.
“Have dinner
with me.”
“I...” Her right
hand went to her throat as if that would bring down the wild beating of her
pulse. “Err...”
“I promise to
behave.” He gave her a cheeky grin, his left eye closing in a wink.
Hot colour
bloomed in Sia’s cheeks as a smile broke out on her face. “Okay boss.”
“That’s my girl.
I’ll pick you up from the staff quarters at seven. Casual should be fine.”
“Can we make
that eight? I’ll be finishing here only after seven.”
“Done.” He
showed her a ‘thumbs-up’ before stepping into his sandals.
“I need to wash
your hair.”
“That’s fine
Sia. I’ll do it. I need a shower anyway. I’ll see you in the evening.” He left.
Sia sat back in
the chair he had vacated with a thud. Whoosh! It felt as if she had stepped out
of the centre of a tornado. The man was a livewire, emitting such energy, even
with his eyes closed. She wondered how her heart was going to survive a dinner date
with him.
Sia grinned
suddenly. What the hell! She looked forward to the evening with Ritvik Bansal.
