Fan fiction by bonheur - Page 12

But all thoughts of Priya vanished from his mind as soon as he got into his office and plunged into work. An avalanche of physical and computerized files claimed his attention -- commission of inquiry on AP's killing, the testimony of the surviving terrorist, SKPD's bail hearing, a corruption investigation against a prominent politician, food price riot in a market ...

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"I'm stil ... OK. Tell her to bring it in another 15 minutes." Durai continued peering at his computer screen as the minutes slipped by.

Another knock at the door. "Yes!" growled Durai. The same constable put his head through the door and asked whether he could ask Constable Lalitha to serve him now. Durai grunted an assent as he remained engrossed in work.

The female constable walked into the room. From the corner of his eye, Durai noticed that she had set the tiffin carrier at a corner of the desk and was clearing some files in front of him to make way for the food. "When we burst into Mr X's room, we found him in a compromising position with a woman, who, we later found out, was his secretary ..." Durai frowned as he read an investigation report against a prominent politician.

Suddenly, as he reached the top of his computer screen, he noticed the female constable leaning over his table. Her shirt top was unbuttoned, allowing him a good view of decolletage.

"Constable, your top button has come undone," Durai said, lowering his glance quickly.

"You want to see more," the woman constable said in a seductive tone and began to undo her second button.

"Constable, what the ..." as Durai got up in horror, he found himself being accosted by the woman. "Hey, you ..." before Durai could open his mouth, the woman had flung herself on him. The two tumbled over the chair and fell to the ground.

"Nothing, nothing, it's OK. Everything is in order," Durai shouted as he heard a knock at the door.

"What nothing. Tell that stupid constable outside that he can't expect the Assistant Commissioner's wife to creep into his room and not create a ruckus," said Priya teasingly.

"Shh, Priya. Not so loudly," said Durai sheepishly. "What are you doing here?" he asked, nuzzling against her neck.

"I've been waiting two nights for our first night. The first night went by when you participated in that raid on Sameer's hideout. The second night you spent away from home as you had just performed AP's funeral rites. I didn't know what other obstacle might come up tonight and thought this was the best place to catch you."

Durai grinned. "I love you, Priya kutty," he said as he reciprocated her passionate kiss. Clothes began to loosen as body temperatures rose amidst soft moans.

Exactly 27 seconds later, there was a knock at the door. "Sir, Commissioner Vincent is on his way here," the constable whispered from outside.

"Oh my God, Priya!" Durai was flustered as he got up abruptly. "How can you get out now? Quick get under the table!" Priya dutifully ducked under the table.

"Good afternoon, Mr Durai." As Commissioner Vincent plodded his way in, Durai stood at attention, saluted and then clumsily bent down to pick up his chair. Durai noticed the impish smile on Priya's face as she huddled under the table.

"What happened, Mr. Durai? Why did your chair topple over? Your shirt ? your hair ? did you have a fight with someone?"

"No, no, Sir. I was just ?... er ... a little tensed up as I was reading my files," replied Durai, clumsily tousling up his hair to feign frustration with work as he sat and pulled up the chair close to his desk.

"Relax, my boy," said the Commissioner sinking into the chair in front of Durai's desk. "Relax, relax. You are a married man now and don't have to feel so tensed. Go home on time. Once you see your Priya, all your tension will fly away."

Durai blushed as he felt something gliding up his legs. It was Priya's fingers. Can't this woman keep her fingers to herself, Durai thought to himself as he grimaced and fidgeted uncomfortably.

"What say you, Durai?" asked Commisioner Vincent. Durai smiled sheepishly and again fidgeted as he felt Priya's fingers struggling to reach up to his pant zipper. Is she trying to fondle me, wondered Durai as he rolled back his chair to deny her access. Priya tried to pull his legs towards herself. Durai drew back again, knocking against the side of the desk with a dull thud.

"Mr Durai? Anything wrong with you? Are you sick?"

"No, Sir, N.. nothing. I am OK."

"Good. Anyway, I came to talk about a plan for cracking down on Sameer. You see, his hideout was in this part of the jungle ..."

Commissioner Vincent got up and strode towards the Chennai map that hung on the wall behind Durai's desk.

Durai abruptly got up and pushed his chair against the desk but Priya was pushing against it as she had little space to herself. He quickly stood next to the chair to ensure that the Commissioner did not see Priya crouching under the desk.

"You see, Mr Durai. This is where Sameer was staking out ..."

Durai started to perspire profusely as he suddenly noticed Priya's shirt on the floor. He edged towards it, hoping at the same time that the Commissioner wouldn't notice it. He slowly put one foot over the shirt to drag it towards himself while keeping the rest of his body against the desk. The Commissioner meanwhile was engrossed in the map. He had removed his glasses and was studying the map closely. Durai succeeded in dragging the shirt towards himself. He then did an awkward Mr Bean-like dance to bundle up the blouse into a manageable size, pausing whenever the Commissioner threw a glance at him.

"Mr Durai, come and take a closer look," beckoned Commissioner Vincent.

"No, Sir. I ... I can see very well from here. Please carry on," stuttered Durai as he stood transfixed with both feet over the bundled up shirt.

The Commissioner took a hard look at Durai. "Mr Durai, you are perspiring. I think you are ill. You'd better go home and rest. Maybe seeing Priya will be good for you."

"Y ... yes, Sir," Durai stuttered.

"OK, Mr Durai, I will speak to you tomorrow. Go home and rest."

"Yes, Sir," said Durai as he stood to attention and saluted.

Commissioner Vincent opened the door and began to walk out as Durai remained standing at attention. Suddenly he stopped, making Durai nervous.

Commissioner Vincent smiled. And then, without looking back at Durai, he walked out saying, "Mr Durai, you forgot to zip your fly." Durai's smile gave way to a constipated look.

As the door shut, Priya crawled out from under the table and teased Durai. "What did you think I was trying to do? Making love to you from under the table? I was just struggling to save your honour in the presence of your Commissioner and you didn't allow me to zip you up!"