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quite something. Grace and she would stay up late discussing what they were going to wear for the gala. Grace didn’t really have much time for her clandestine love tonight.
    She dimmed the lights and stripped. Her cell phone rang promptly. It was he. Naturally. She would be the most desirable woman on earth once again for some time. The scented candle fluttered nervously, blushed and burnt fragrant fumes in the warm embrace of dark and passionate desires.
    Prince’s Muse
    It was a full house in the club on Friday night. It was a richly diverse, multicultural, cosmopolitan selection of the filthy rich from all over the world, not just India. Some of those countries Prince neither knew, nor cared enough to want to know about, except for the women who scorched the dance floor. Perspiring bodies swayed wantonly on the dance floor. He was literally making them dance to his tunes, and DJ Prince felt a surge of power as he held the headphones in one hand and played the console with the other. He felt like the Pied Piper as he turned up the decibel level.
    He was exceptionally good-looking. He was six feet tall, and stood head and shoulders above almost everybody around him. He worked out and worked really hard, and this contributed to his magnificent physique. Dressed in a black tee-shirt and blue jeans, he knew he was the perfect lady-killer. A tattooed tail was visible at the edge of his the right sleeve. The oriental cigar that he smoked occasionally gave him a lonesome cowboy appeal. All in all, a hunk.
    Prince had synchronized the lighting to the beat. He was in full control of the crowd. They didn’t call him Prince for nothing, and someday he would be ‘King’.
    His friends called him weird just because he believed in contradictions, and the kind of stuff most people his age didn’t quite care about. Although he played trance and house music, his heart belonged to the era of hard rock and heavy metal.
    He worked hard to pay for his master’s degree doing odd jobs, and dreamed of owning a brewery someday. Although he worked in a steak house over weekends, by choice, he was vegetarian.
    All of thirty, and doing two shifts a day, had it not been for his burning ambition, he could’ve easily settled down into a cushy, corporate job like his college mates. But not for Prince; there was a method to his madness, and this was the way he liked it.
    Perhaps that was why he had Salmonella in his life today. Not that he cared much for her, but she had helped him get a job in her Dad’s vineyard.
    Like him, she was a bit spaced out. Probably the only thing other than her sexy body that he found interesting was the fact that she’d attempted suicide once upon a time. Prince found that morbidly fascinating.
    She pretended to be normal outside, but inside she was weird and he could never quite understand her. He had given up on her like the scientists gave up on the Bermuda Triangle. He remembered that Salmonella had promised that she’d swing by to tell him about the party arrangements and the music they’d need for the reunion bash. He combed the gyrating forms on the dance floor to see if he could spot her. She wasn’t there yet.
    He closed his eyes and let his mind wander as Tiesto blasted through the speakers. God, how he hated house music! Small consolation the track would be over soon, and also the evening; then he’d go home and slog through his college work, catch a few hours of sleep, and then head out to the vineyard.
    He spotted a beautiful woman at the far end of the stage. Clad in an expensive Gucci outfit, she stood alone, sipping wine, and didn’t join the swaying mob on the dance floor. He knew she was checking him out. His night was made, and he quickly revised his plans for the night shift. He was relieved Florence was not around. He just hoped this new beauty wouldn’t be a raving, insatiable, nymphomaniac who couldn’t get enough all night.
    She did milk him dry all right. It had taken him a full working