NEW ASHLOK FICTION : GUILTY Chapter 29page 140 - Page 13

Thank you so much.

What can I say, but thank you. And I love you.

Yes! Madam, you're never wrong. Oh thank you appy for suggestion and reassurance. Coming from you it's a huge confidence booster. I do have the whole story planned in my head, don't you too. But sometimes no make it most of the time it's putting it all into words I struggle with. Even I like this Shlok... More than the serial,Shlok ...should I dare say?

From one writer to another ...I'll take the compliments with pride and love in my heart.

He followed her to his study. It was an impressive room. Very tastefully done. I'm sure she wasn't anywhere near this room when it was designed. Thank god for that. If she had her way, she would've painted it pink with black and white Cow motifs and instead of the M F Hussein painting a life size Bieber poster would be hanging over the fire place.

She walked up to his desk, opened the drawer and bit of the wall behind her moved. Fancy...he thought. What's next a hidden sex Chamber. Kinky!

"Mr. Agnihotri, I'm afraid I don't know the combination" she said with regret.

"Who else knew of the existence of the safe"

"Just the two of us I think"

"Do you know what he keeps in there"

"No"

How about few sex tapes of your husband, folder filled with you in many compromising situations with his young business partners which he probably used to blackmail the sorry bas***ds for very penny they had and yes...last but not the least lingerie, mementoes of your ideal pathis'many sexual escapades.

You may be able to fool everyone else but I know exactly what kind of arranged marriage you had. You all have. Sick conniving low lives, he was re-asserting his mind.

"Forensic team will check for fingerprints. I will need your fingerprints as well. For cross reference"

He called the finger printing tech to first dust the surface of the safe and then the desk as well. He pulled out few prints off. Pictures were taken as well.

They were done there. He informed her that he will have to break open the safe. She nodded her head. Not like she had a choice.

"Mrs. Almeida can you please check your bedroom as well if anything is missing"

She looked at him with surprise. He wondered why?

She just turned and walked out of the study through the hall way she stopped near a lift. Of course they have one. She stepped in he after her.

Aha! A mirror...he was looking at himself...she looking at him rolling her eyes, him looking at him, if that even makes any sence. He tilted his head just a bit to see a better profile of him. Just then he saw an eye peering next to his elbow. One eyed monster! He remembered he's in the lift with her. He turned towards the doors.

As the doors closed...Was it just me or did it get uncomfortably warm In here. She was standing next to him. Just inches away, wrapped in her quilt. She kept her head straight. He checked the time, and she looked at his hand and shot a glance at his face. What's with those eyes. Could you make them any bigger. Take it easy chucky. I don't want to be scooping them off the floor. May be she was a Tarsier in her last life.

They could see their reflection on the glass like doors. Both were looking at the other. Why did he feel so uneasy, as if she was trying to pry in to his soul. Their you go again Romeo with your sissy words. He retorted back. She suddenly became conscious and looked at the number panel.

Ting! Saved by the bell, yet again.

Another immaculately decked up part of the house. No signs of cows or pansies. She walked slowly. Few more cops were roaming about. Checking if there have been any attempts of force entry.

Just before she opened the door, he felt her hesitation. She seemed almost scared, to enter her own room. What ever happend to your room is your sanctuary! What was she doing with this man? He tried to find a common ground between the two. But failed. Are you done giving couples therapy Dr. Phil? One is lying dead, other going on hugging random men thinking it's the one lying on the floor. Brilliant. Can we get on with the investigation, if you don't mind.

She opened the bed room door. It was dark. She didn't step inside. He could feel her pulse raising. She took a step back instead of forward.

What's going on with you little Cow girl. Is there a big bad wolf hiding under the bed.

Are you afraid of the darkness? He asked. That's all he could think of. He was baffled by her behaviour to put it in a mild manner.

She looked down, clutching on to her quilt as if her dear life depended on it. His heart ached looking at her. There you go again with your sentimental mumbo jumbo. The more he saw the more he was being convinced that she's a child in a woman's body.

He stepped inside room and switched on the light. Yet another elegantly designed room. No comparisons possible. It was the total opposite to his taste. Too white too pleasant for his liking. He liked dark brooding spaces. Not when things are bright as if it's Fourth of July. But it was done with taste and class, just not his taste.

Do you see anything out of place, Mrs.Almeida? He asked. Trying to adjust to all the light. She just barely took few steps inside and nodded a no.

Everything was in perfect order. Not a crease on the crisp white bed sheet. It looked as if nobody ever slept there ever. A display piece.

You said you were in the room. Then how is it that the bed is untouched? Don't tell me you had time to make the bed before you went down to open the door for your husband?

I was in my room? She shot back not making any effort to cover her disgust at his sarcastic remark.

He turned towards her. Bewilderment in his eyes.

Then whose room is this. Guest room?

It's my husbands room! She replied without a blink

From what I've heard married couples share a room. Have I been misinformed?

Not all. At least not us! She threw another dagger.

That's more like It. But who are you? Where's the little child that was standing next to me petrified of the darkness. He was wondering.

"And your maid thinks the two of you Had the perfect marriage" Wait she didn't say that. I did.

"They didn't know. They don't come out from their quarters unless called upon. They knew my husbands rules and they always adhered to them. No questions asked"

"Is that so, Mrs. Almeida, can you show me your room?" He sobered up.

Without a word she just stepped out of the room and walked along the welll lit wide hallway.

Passed the lift and few doors later...she stopped and took a deep breath. Opened the door. She stepped inside. He behind her.

Holy cow! His jaw dropped.

Anu, dear I love this story wtih every new update I fing it more and more intriguing👏

Now my absolute favoutites are:

So mr. I love myself is here. Looking at himself. I bet he likes what he sees. Who wouldn't?

I can imagine what she saw on his hand that turned her ito a Tarsier😆

That man has a sense of humour. Black maybe but adorable

So this Mr. Shlok Holmes sees her room in the end. Holy cow. Cow girl invites him into the cowshed😆😆😆

I love the girl, childish, sweet, immature. Absolutely adorable

Thank you for the story and for the pm

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