Arhi SS: Safe Havens DISCONTINUED - Page 18

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Part 10:

The door to my cell swung open, and in stepped my principal. The children affectcionately called her 'Buaji' I couldn't stand her, but I understood why she was here. "Babua, umm.. er' Shyam. I need you to give the police a statement." She fiddled with her scarf, and I looked her up and down. She was in her late fifties, maybe. She had greyish hair, and it was in a weird little braid. She was wearing a kurta that screamed Chandni Chowk, and her swollen feet were pressed into flats. Her jeans only exaggerated her ample legs, and her face reflected the fear her voice had yet to reveal. "Ji? Aapko humse kya chahiye?" Almost immediately her face relaxed into a toothy smile. I cringed inwardly at the paan-stained teeth, but flashed her my most winning smile, the one that women always trusted. "Babua, tumka ih siraf sign kare kah pari. Ih mah baas ih likaa wah hain kih wo saab tum ih kaliye karat ho kyunki tum gussa howat rahe." She gave him a lengthy explanation, which Shyam saw through in a minute. He paused at the right places, and respectfully said "Ji, bilkul," when it was required from him. He saw through the BS she was trying to sell within the first sentence. When their discussion neared an end, he knew exactly what she wanted. She wanted a statement that would reassure the parents of the kids who went to school there that it was him, and not the school which was flawed. He stood in a flash. "Buaji, I agree!" She lunged at him, and he held her off with one hand. "But, I have some conditions. 1: I get out of jail. 2: I want complete funding. 3: I want no one to know of this deal." Buaji had burst into tears at his first demand, but she nodded tearfully. "Hojaye ga, babua, hojaye ga'" Shyam smiled, his evil smile, and then remembered that she would become frightened. He relaxed his nose, and led her out. "Now all I have to do is to wait. I'm coming, Arnav Singh Raizada."

Arnav was thoroughly annoyed. As if Khushi's crazy mom wasn't enough, his Nani was the same. She was literally jumping for joy, forgetting her chronic arthiritis pain while she did so. Anjali wasn't talking to him, and today was the engagement. Khushi had imposed a no-touch rule, and he was dying to feel her silky skin in his arms, to feel her beautiful lips on his, to make- "DAMN!" Aakash walked in, grinning ruefully. "So, Bhai, what's up? Scared for the wedding already?" Arnav smiled sarcastically, and then shook his head. "The WOMEN in our life, Aakash, the WOMEN. They're just so.." he trailed off. "Unfathomable?" Mamaji walked in, his face reflecting Aakash's. "Son, you have to take charge. Grow a pair." That being said, he thumped a dumbfounded Arnav's back, and walked off to the poolside. Arnav squared his shoulders, and Aakash asked, "Want some 'liquid courage', Bhai?" Arnav looked at Aakash, and said, "I wish!" Then he grabbed his sherwani's dupatta, and his keys.

Khushi sat in front of the mirror, thoroughly annoyed with the aunties her mom had sent oto keep her company. They were talking about the 'positions' their husbands liked best. Khushi smiled, and pretended to blush when she had to, and kept glancing at her phone. No touch doen't mean no contact! Laad Governor! Hmph!" Lavanya ran in, her face aglow, holding her phone. "For you!" She handed it to Khushi. "Before you start talking, look towards your balcony, and get the aunties out, Khushi. You and I have a lot more than talking to do." Arnav's husky voice in her ear sent shivers down her spine, and she blushed. "Woh, Auntyji, mera Kama Sutra ka book chut gaya. Aap please aapna ladenge?" Khushi smirked, knowing that these sex-craved women would leave only if something of their interest happened. Almost immediately, the women got up, and began arguing as to whose book was more ahem descriptive. They ran out, and Khushi locked the door behind them.

"Kama Sutra?"

"It was the only thing I could think of!"

"When you're with me, you won't need any books, baby!" His arrogant smirk was intoxicating, and she pulled his collar to her.

"Don't you EVER withhold again, ASR!"

She claimed his lips with her own, and his manly arms ran down her bare back. The kiss started with pure passion, but soon disintegrated into a dance as od as time. They choli pushed up, the dori untied. Their hands sought skin, and their cores sought contact. Soon, the elaborate hairdo was ruined, and the carefully spiked hair mussed. Khushi and Arnav begand to grind, hoping desperately that the clothing separating them would disappear. They were interrupted by Garima. "Khushi! Jaldi aao! Larke wale ane waale hain!" They looked at each other in shock. If Arnav was here, who was leaving there?

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