The next chapter of Devils and Angels. I must warn you, this isn't my best piece of writing it's more of a filler chapter :S Here's a look at Arnav's apartment. The bold bits are dreams and italics are thoughts. People this story is 16+ so kids please don't read it. Enjoy :)
Chapter 2: Awake
At Night
Sheesh Mahal
There was a knocking sound coming from somewhere and Arnav
swore that if it didn’t stop he’d kill someone. Just as he was about to bite someone’s
head off, someone flung open the curtains in his room. Arnav felt as if fire
was burning his eye balls and an elephant parade decided to march through his
head. In short, Arnav clutched his head and groaned in agony.
He was about to unleash his inner demon on whom ever had the
audacity to wake him up when a voice interrupted him. “Serves you right for
drinking the entire mini bar dry.”
He recognised the voice immediately and calmed down
considerably. All he could do was grunt in response and burrow himself deeper
under the covers. The figure went towards him and ripped the covers off.
“Oh no you don’t Mr Raizada.”
“Di please!” he begged.
“Nope. You have a very important meeting this morning and
then we leave for Delhi.”
Arnav sat up straight in his bed when she mentioned the
meeting. He’d been preparing for 12 years for this moment. 12 years to get back
at the bastard of an uncle who had kicked them out when they had needed him the
most. 12 years to take back what was rightfully there’s. Just because he was
hung over didn’t mean he was going to throw 12 years of preparation away.
“Thanks for waking me up Di.”
He rushed out of bed, took a long shower and got ready in 10
minutes. He put on his shades to cover his red eyes and then he called Aman to
make sure he was in position, when he got his confirmation; he moved out of his
room and headed for the terrace where his uncle was.
The deal had gone as smoothly as he had planned, his uncle’s
partner had double crossed him. His uncle was now let penniless and homeless and
he now owned the Sheesh Mahal fully. It was a good day.
It would be a better
day if I could get that damn girl off my mind.
Gupta Haveli
Khushi was also having the same problem. She couldn’t keep
her mind off the man who looked like an angel and acted like a devil to her.
Every time she moved, some part of her body would start hurting and she would
again be reminded of him. She had single handedly managed to clear up all the
wedding decoration and she had started cleaning the whole house. What she
really wanted to do was make some jelabies but that would raise too many
questions.
When the house seemed pretty much spotless she had gone to
the kitchen to make the jelabies but had realised that it was pooja time. When
she had gone down to pooja to help set everything up, everyone was surprised.
They’d normally have to drag Khushi out of bed and drag her downstairs. So
seeing Khushi come to pooja by herself was something of a phenomena.
“Hey Sanka Devi! You’re here.” Said Buaji in surprise.
“Of course I am Buaji, where else would I be?”
“Why are you up so early? Were you hoping to eat a few
sweets before pooja?”
“No Buaji, I felt guilty about yesterday so I thought I’d
clean everything up.”
Her mother looked at her with concern. “Is everything ok
Khushi?”
“Of course it is Amma. Why’d you ask?”
Garima noticed the dark circles under her eyes. “Did you
sleep last night?”
“I didn’t feel like it. I wasn’t tried. I had so much energy
so I started cleaning.”
“Hey Devi Maya! You’ve been cleaning since last night?”
“Yeah so?”
“After pooja you’re going straight to bed.”
“Amma.” Whined Khushi.
“She’s right Khushi.” Said Sashi. “You need sleep beta.”
“I’m fine Babuji, I promise.”
“Khushi stop acting like a child and listen to us.” Said her
father firmly.
“Fine.”
After the pooja had finished, Khushi had taken her prashad
and gone up to her and her sister’s room. As soon as she lay down on the bed
she felt sleep claim her. She tried to fight it off but she realised just how
tired she was. Her mind and body were screaming for her to give in so she did.
Khushi was having a
wonderful time at her sister’s wedding. She had managed to convince Abishekji
to lower the dowry. Heck he even said he didn’t care about dowry, he only wanted
her sister. The Gupta’s had been over joyed when they had heard about this and
Khushi had been treated like a hero.
She had clapped and
thrown flowers when her sister had taken the pheras. She was currently dancing
with all the kids when she felt a vice like grip on her arms. She turned around
to find Arnav something or other (honestly it was too much of a long name for
her to remember) staring at her with cold eyes.
“Come with me now!”
Khushi glanced around
fearfully but for some reason no one seemed to see them. No one had so much as
raised an eyebrow at her being dragged away by a strange man. She wasn’t sure
how but he had taken her to her room and pushed her in. He then locked the door
and pushed her against it. Khushi lowered her eyes as he pressed his body to
hers.
“You ruined my show.”
“I’m sorry.” She said
in a quiet voice.
“I worked very hard
on that, so now you must be punished.” He purred.
She looked up and the
look in his eyes sparked some sort of foreign feeling inside of her. Before she
could respond, he had claimed her lips. She let out a satisfied sigh as if she
had been waiting for him to do this to her for all of eternity. His lips moved
against hers in passion and soon she was responding equally fervently. His lips
moved down to her neck and on to her collar bone. She clutched his shoulders
tightly as he held on to her waist. He nipped at the bone and licked the area.
He continued to do this and the room began shaking. She wanted to tell him to
stop but he just wouldn’t.
Khushi opened her eyes to find her sister staring at her in
concern. She looked around and there was on sign of that Arnav guy.
“What happened Jiji?”
“I was about to ask you the same thing. What were you
dreaming about?”
“Why?”
“Because you were thrashing and moaning in your sleep. And
whispering things I couldn’t quiet catch.”
Khushi turned red. She couldn’t believe she had a dream
about that man.
It wasn’t a dream
Khushi, it was a nightmare. Dreams are meant to be filled with pleasant things
and what he was going wasn’t nice at all. You’re right it was beyond nice. Shut
up brain, no wonder everyone calls you Sanka Devi.
Khushi looked back at her sister to find her staring at her
weirdly. “I don’t remember what the dream was about but thanks for waking me up
Jiji.” She lied quickly.
“Maybe I should’ve let you sleep longer. You look like you
need it.”
Khushi yawned. “I think you’re right Jiji.”
Payal moved out of the room and Khushi lay on the bed once
again, trying very hard not to think about that wretched man.
Raizada Mansion
Through out the day the girl in pink and green had occupied
his mind. All through his meeting, all through breakfast and all through the
drive to Delhi. It was 2 am and Arnav’s thoughts were still filled with
that bright eyed beauty. The way her lips felt against his, the way her body
pressed perfectly on his, the way her skin felt. He couldn’t take it anymore,
he wanted her badly.
He called up Aman. “Aman!”
A groggy voice came from the speakers. “Yes sir.”
“I want you to find everything you can about that girl.”
“What girl?”
“The one in the green and pink lehenga.”
“What?”
“The one that ruined my show dammit!”
“Oh ok.” There was a pause. “You want me to do it now?”
“Yes of course I do!”
Aman sighed. “I’ll get on it sir.”
“Good. As soon as you find something tell me. Otherwise
you’re fired.”
“If you fired me the amount of times you said you would, I’d
be jobless by now.” He mumbled.
“What was that?!”
“Nothing. I said I’ll work all night and see if I can find
anything.”
They cut the call. Arnav could finally sleep peacefully knowing
that Aman was on the job. However the pink and green beauty still managed to
haunt his dreams with her luscious lips and doe like eyes. Aman, on the other
hand, got no sleep what so ever as he had the extraneous task of finding this
mysterious girl that his boss had taken a liking to and if he didn’t get any
information by morning, he knew what his punishment would be.
By morning, Aman knew everything about Khushi from her birth
date to the colour of her favourite dress. He was so tired he felt like he was
going to collapse. But like a faithful employee, he got fresh, got dressed and
left for work. When he arrived, he saw that ASR
was already in his cabin. He knocked and waited for an answer.
“Come in.”
“Sir.”
“Ah Aman. I trust you have everything I need.”
“Of course sir.” Aman handed him a big file labelled Khushi
Kumari Gupta.
“So her name is Khushi.”
“Yes sir.”
“What else is in this?”
“Everything and anything you could possibly want to know. If
it’s not in there, it’s not about her.”
“Good work. Oh and Aman.”
“Yes sir?”
“Take the day off.”
“What?”
“You heard me. You’re no use to me in your tired state. I
want you fresh and ready to work tomorrow morning, 6
am sharp. Is that understood?”
“Yes sir. Thank you sir.”
Arnav knew that Aman was one of a kind. He always got the
job done better than ASR sometimes. He made
a mental note to give him a raise before he walked out of the office carrying a
heavy file. He drove to his private apartment and went straight to the kitchen.
He had missed breakfast in his haste to get to the office and get the
information of the girl in green and pink, whose name is Khushi apparently.
As expected there was barely any food in the kitchen, just
some small snacks. Even though he came here often, it was mostly to “entertain”
his guests. Oh why put the matter lightly, he used this apartment to have sex
with as many girls as he wanted. He walked to the mini bar and poured himself a
drink and headed to the living room. He had told the decorator that he wanted the
apartment to be modern and that he liked the colour red. And the decorator had defiantly
gone to town with that information.
Once in the living room; he took off his jacket, unbuttoned his
waistcoat, loosened his tie, kicked his shoes off and relaxed. He took a sip of
his drink before he dove into her file. By noon
he knew her better than she knew herself, or so he thought. He had found out
many interesting things about her and he was prepared to use that to his
advantage.
“Since you’ve been plaguing my dreams, I’m going to plague your
life, Miss Khushi Kumari Gupta.”
I told you this wasn't my best piece, I promise the next chapter will be better and longer. I know the dream scene was disappointing too, it was my first time writing something like this. I promise to read up of these matters so I can write better scenes.
