Paparazzi - I

Paparazzi

Disclaimer: The Main Plot and few incidents portrayed are based on the artifacts collected over the Internet and Journals. This story was written not to demean or bring disgrace to anyone or anything personally .I hold responsible for anything and/or everything. Moderators can remove the post if they feel this is not the appropriate Forum to have a post as this

23rd Aug 1997

Emad El-Din Mohamed Abdel Moneim Fayed was happily enjoying the cold current that brushed his body while his luxurious super yacht, Jonikal was anchored 30 nautical miles off the cost of the Italian Riviera.

“Do you want me to get something for us to eat?” Diana Frances Spencer asked Fayed lying next to him on the upper deck of the Yacht removing her favorite Christian Dior Sunglasses. She was due to get a divorce from her husband, the Duke of Rothesay very soon. Hence she decided to retain her Father’s name as her Surname. But that would be of minimal use to her, for she had to change it once again to Fayed after marrying him.

“I will have a coke Lady Di. You have something for yourself. You skipped your breakfast in the morning” He brushed her blonde hair and kissed her forehead. She walked towards the saloon which had bed space for two. The saloon was partitioned with the clever use of ergonomics making room for the Galley, seating and the navigation equipment.

Fayed, an Egyptian multimillionaire and a film producer was not into limelight until Diana’s personal life took a turn and they both met. He was best known as the son of the billionaire Mohamed Al-Fayed, who was the former owner of Harrods department store and the present owner of Fulham Football Club and the Hôtel Ritz in Paris.

Fayed closed his eyes still enjoying the breeze that swept his body and the old memories of the day he met Diana lingered his thoughts. She was young by then, full of vitality and a lust for life. Lady Di never wanted the attention of the media or being recognized as the Princess of Wales. She preferred a normal life. Fayed was divorced even before he met Diana. They shared lot of similarities which brought them closer. They partied often and found pleasure in each other’s company.

One thing which enriched Diana’s trust in Fayed and made her decide to take up their relationship to the next level was his Father’s sudden interest in philanthropy. Neither Fayed nor anyone was not aware as to why his father suddenly fascinated charity. The real turn was after their holiday with her sons and his son in the luxurious yacht. The holiday gave them ample intense moments between them, both physically and mentally.

Diana always wanted her close ones to respect, love, care and give attention to her. Fayed happily gave her all the attention needed. He showered her with compliments and little gifts. In short, he loved her more than his life. Unlike her “to-be-ex” Husband, he paid attention to what she spoke. He cared a lot for her and made her realize her dreams in reality. She was slowly forgetting her terrible nights she cried marrying Charles.

Tears ran down his cheeks as the past swirled his thoughts. Diana’s footsteps brought him back to reality and she wiped his tears. She changed to a Bikini he had gifted her to get some tan. She exasperated enjoying every ounce of freedom which she had long lost after stepping foot in her Palace. European women were not allowed to expose like the American women and Prince Charles was too reluctant to allow his wife try anything fancier as this. She was no model, but she walked in a slower pace.

She looked stunning in her bikini and her cat walk vanquished his sad memories. She moved a trolley which contained a Louis Roederer, Cristal Brut 1990 Champagne, 2 glasses, her favorite Bread Butter pudding, some fruit salad and Ice cream. The tone of her waist area looked pale and indicated she had gained some weight over her belly.  Fayed suddenly thought she could be pregnant but did not dare ask her. He could not stop staring at her. Although he had seen her in other outfits, this one mesmerized him completely. She could not control her blushes when she followed his eyes.

Except for his receding hair line, he looked acrobatic for his age. He hoisted up his body in a flash and stretched out his hands towards her. She rushed towards him and brought the trolley to a halt and slowly put her arms on his shoulders.

“What are you looking at?” She asked him wickedly blush

“I wasn’t staring at anything. I swear” He put his arms around her waist and pulled her closer

“I was just paying attention to your Bikini” He added

“Haven’t you ever seen a woman in a Bikini before?” She kissed his forehead

“No. In France, they hardly wear anything” He laughed. She slapped him gently on his face. He came closer to kiss her, but she pushed him away

“Let’s have some Champagne” She did not wait for an answer. She poured two glasses of Champagne and passed one to him

 “Santé” He said

“À la votre” She grinned

 “You are getting better and better” He brushed her hair gently

“Do you think my French has improved?” She asked him

“No, I mean the way you look in your Bikini” He kept his glass on the tray and moved closer

“Finish your drink Al” She moved backwards

“It can wait” He moved quickly

She ran away from him and they ran around for a while. Finally, he caught her. He lifted her and dropped her gently inside the lifeboat. He looked keen into her Blue eyes. She pulled him onto her and his hairy chest felt the softness of her Bikini for the first time. They kissed softly and her Irish lips danced perfectly to the tunes of the Egyptian. Suddenly he pulled away from her and noticed a scratch on his chest

“The gold and the Diamond work should have caused that” She said wiping off the blood and added “May be you could remove them if you don’t want that to happen again “She gave a wide grin

“Not so soon” He smiled and ignored the wound

They were back in business. Diana had never felt this passion with Prince Charles. Everything was obligatory with Charles and there was only arrogance of the Royal Blood each time they made love. Diana still was unsure if Harry and William were the outcomes of a well planned Love Making or an accident. She felt she was reborn in the Hands of Dodi Fayed. 

He gave her the freedom and never intruded her Personal space. They didn’t care about the scorching sun. The kiss was passionate and lively. She suddenly opened her eyes and turned to her right. Just about 200 yards from the Yacht, she spotted a motorboat, not even the size of their lifeboat and a guy in his early thirties was staring at them through a long probe which looked like a telephoto lens. 

She realized it could be someone from the Television, a magazine or a daily. She detached herself quickly and pointed the boat to Fayed. He turned to the direction she was pointing and was enraged. He got down from the lifeboat, pointed his middle finger towards the guy in the boat, lifted Diana up with both his hands, kissed her deeply and walked towards the saloon.

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Paradise Cove, Malibu, California

Jun 12th 1997

 Trevor Rees-Jones was sitting in a black Lexus LS430 parked outside the sunset boulevard where the famous underwear model Kelly Fisher lived. She had dated Trevor’s Boss Dodi Fayed for quiet sometime. This was not the first time Trevor was visiting Malibu. Whenever Dodi visited the US, his bodyguard Trevor accompanied him. They even had dinner together at Kelly’s apartment. 

Since the day Trevor met Kelly, he had an eye for her. But he had to fight his emotions to save his job. Trevor was loyal and earned the trust of his boss very soon after he became his bodyguard. His boss had just started dating the Princess of Wales, yet he didn’t want to get rid of his old affair. Kelly Fisher looked stunning, proportionate and was a goddess compared to Lady Diana. 

Diana scored points with her Royal Blood which was inherited by her. Kelly Fisher’s birth and up bringing was not mentionable. “But if I were to choose between Lady Di and Kelly, the latter would be my choice” Trevor thought to himself.

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24th August 1997

England

Brigadier Sir Miles Hunt-Davis was perplexed after attending the call from his Boss the Duke of Edinburgh, Prince Philip at that odd hour. No details were disclosed over the phone and he was ordered to report at the Sandringham House at half past midnight. Sandringham House was privately owned by the Royal Family which was located in the county of Norfolk. He rushed up to the palace and was confused even more when he saw his Boss nervous.

“Come with me, Miles” Prince Philip urged him and didn’t wait for his answer. Miles followed him upstairs and they landed in a small drawing room.

“I trust you with my life, Miles” Prince Philip spoke. “Pleasure” replied Miles and bowed his head.

“The following is a conversation that did not happen. Call up Sir David Spedding from the MI6. I need 5 of their best men to report to me on Diana and Dodi’s movements. I want the information to be reported safe and secure whatever happens between them. There should be no proof that the Royal family is involved in this. Is that clear Mr. Miles?” The prince asked his private secretary

 “Yes, Prince Philip. What are we going to do with the information?” Miles gathered some courage to ask him back.

“Diana has brought disgrace to the Royal family. She must be killed” He replied back grimly.

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