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Disclaimer Note Thing:
Dear Hapless Reader,
The following chapter is the result of virtual peer pressure. Any resemblance to persons living, dead, and/or in your head is not my problem. This chapter may contain mature subject matter, violence, and/or nudity (I make no promises). Reader discretion is strongly advised.
P.S. It's days like this that I wish I had never set eyes on the 'like' button...Consider yourself warned.
Chapter 11: The Dark Naari Rises
Recap
'Khushi!'
Khushi gasped as she whipped around to find Arnav advancing towards her, his eyes alight with mischief, flicking once towards the damning evidence of his secret kinky ways and then finally settling on his wife.
'You've been a very naughty girl Khushi', he growled, 'What do you have to say for yourself?'
Khushi's sanki mind began going into overdrive. Dammit, where was a kitchen and jalebi batter when you needed it?! What could she do? The glint in Arnav-kinda-sorta-still- ji's eyes flirtily screamed "Hi," as if his Google sexploits finally proved he was a man and not some pervy teen. For once, Khushi wished the cursed red SP banner had popped up and blocked Arnav's view of the screen. She could never seem to catch a break.
Her thoughts continued to play mental pom pom ping pong with each other, as he made his incredibly slow catwalk towards her. Just then, Khushi's mind flashbacked to her dream. She couldn't quite remember all the details, but one thing stood out to her at that moment: Jiji, the nympho. Suddenly, it was clear to her that she had only two options: let Arnavji attempt to awaken his not-so untouched Chote in what would be the longest twenty minute episode of her existence, OR, take charge of the situation like no bechari bahu before her ever had.
It was decided. Her fate lay in her own hands. Khud khushi was about to take on a whole new meaning. She could already see the Handsy old woman trolling IF just to bash her for being a dominatrix and thus wholly undeserving of being anywhere within ten feet of her co-star's exalted presence. But she didn't care. "Farak this sh*t!" she exclaimed.
She slammed the laptop shut and touched up her make-upiya as Arnav continued to literally inch his way towards her. She applied her Luscious Labios Botox lipstick, plus ten coats of Sugar Plum Fairy lip-gloss, and with a hop-skip-jump, finally bridged the gap between Nanhi Khushi and Chote.
Just as Khushi stepped onto the strategically placed stool in front of Arnavji to comfortably reach his height and firmly plant a wet one on his lips, the camera above the door began to zoom out and lose focus. To make matters worse, a dangling decorative thingamajig suddenly appeared in front of Shyamio's CCTV camera, conveniently hiding the point of contact.
The audio too was unclear, but a certain peeping Tom gaping at his 1980s monitor was positive he heard "puchak." The obligatory twitching and comical 'W*F' face ensued as the door to Arnav and Khushi's room burst open...
"Nannav, mere bhai! Khushiji stool par kyun badhi hain?"
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Chameli Anthem:
ASR Rox (the old IF boat)
Sarun Paper (as thin as the storyline)
Arshi Scissors (for the hair and the velvet atrocities)
Stay tuned for scenes from the next chapter of IPK FanFaraktion...
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