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Part Three
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Khushi
greeted her dad as she sat down to have her breakfast on Saturday. She loved it
when she sat down as a family and had breakfast. She glanced at the empty chair
where her mother used to be seated. "You don't have to be sad Baccha" her dad
spoke as he applied butter on the toast. "Mommy is still here, with us. We just
don't see her. That's all" Her dad was her only support. She had been very
little when her mommy passed away. Since then, he had taken the responsibility
of Khushi's upbringing in his own hands. He did not get married again. He never
wanted Khushi to be someone's step-daughter. She was his princess, and if it
was remotely possible, he would scrape the stars out from the sky and gift-wrap
it for her to see her smile.
"No
Dad, it's just that when I find that chair empty, I feel... umm... sad" she
said shrugging her shoulders, not knowing what to say further. And to cheer her
up, Mr. Gupta teased her. "Well then, let's find you a groom and make him stay
with us. We'll make him sit there so that you would not feel sad eh?"
"Daaaddd" Khushi groaned, half-amused, and applied a whole load of butter on
the Aloo Parantha. "mmm Dad, If I'd get married, I'm taking Hari Kaaka with me
as dowry. No one makes Parantha's as delicious as these." And as though rubbing
salt on her dad's wounds, she said "Too bad you cannot eat this. Cholesterol.
Diabetes, High Blood Pressure..." "That's enough Khushi. Just because I cannot
eat it, doesn't mean I do not enjoy the toast and butter" He said helplessly,
cutting her words, while making a sullen face at the toast in his hand. Khushi
gave him an awww look and feasted
on her breakfast.
"I
almost forgot" Her dad said, nearly choking on the toast. "There was a call
from Mr. Raizada's office" Khushi looked at him wide-eyed. The pale-green-eyed devil. "He wants you in his office today by
10am. He said he wanted you to be familiar with the work to be done from Monday
onward, and so he's taking you to be trained. How nice of him na?" Khushi
nodded her head. She had almost forgotten about reporting Arnav's office since
she woke up this morning. When she had texted her best friend Ananya, on the
day after the party, that she would be an intern at the Raizada's, more
specifically, at Arnav Raizada's office, she had to hold her phone away from
her ears for almost two minutes till Ananya had finished screaming with
excitement. Anu was out of town on a work assignment, and couldn't make it to
the birthday. Of course, inwardly, Ananya cursed herself for not attending the
party in which the Raizada men were present.
"Ohh
Khushi, you lucky chick! What I wouldn't give to work under him?" Ananya
dramatically sighed, and Khushi rolled her eyes in amusement. "I'd work under
him, on top of him, beside him, in any angle he wanted..." "Ananyaaa!" Khushi yelled
and shut her ears, eyes and mouth listening to her best friend's talk. Now, Khushi
too was no saint. She too had the same imagination running through her brain when
she was gawking at Arnav during the party. "Whaaat Khushi?" Anu's voice snapped
her out of her fantasies. "Haven't you noticed him? What a dish? And his
brother! Oh my! In fact, I'd love to work
for both! If you know what I mean?" Ananya paused waiting for Khushi to reply, and
then laughed as Khushi cut her call instantly.
Sitting
here with her dad waiting for her reply, Khushi stared at him and nodded her
head to something he was saying. "Then baccha, You'd better go and get ready."
And changing his expression to a serious one, her dad said, "Arnav is known for
his temper. I do not want you to be fired before you join" Khushi's bewildered
expression pasted a huge grin on Mr. Gupta's face. "Kidding beta. Now go,
hurry" Khushi glared at her dad, and then smiling at him, gulped down her
parantha and ran off to her room.
She glanced at the clock. It was 9.35am. Her
room was in a mess with a pile of clothes, when Ananya walked in. "Holy crap on
a cracker, what on earth just happened here" she said scanning her room. Khushi
groaned as she dumped herself amidst the clothes. "The devil has called me to
his office today. And I don't know what to wear. Help me Anu!" she passed
Ananya one of those Pouty-bat-face
and it just did the trick. Ananya herself was a gorgeous lady and was a stylist
by profession. She was two years elder to Khushi and treated her like a baby
sister. "Oh quit whining" and picking up a formal knee-length fitting black
skirt, she tossed it to Khushi. "Team this up with that gorgeous shirt of
yours, after I do your hair.
At
9.55am, Arnav arrived in his Mercedes and knocked at the door. One of the
servants answered it, and let informed Mr. Gupta that Mr. Raizada was here.
"Good morning Mr. Raizada. Please come in" He guided Arnav to the living room
and asked him to make himself comfortable on the couch. "Khushi is almost
ready. She'd be here any minute." Saying this, he excused himself and went to
get ready for his work. After an impatient wait for about 5 minutes, Arnav
began to tap his feet. "What is it, with
women and them getting ready" He had a foul mood since morning for unknown
reasons, and this wait happened to worsen his mood. He asked one of the
servants about Khushi, who replied that she was in her bedroom, the last room
on the right on the first floor. Arnav got up and walked to her room in quick
long strides.
Ananya
just finished doing her hair, and the clock struck Ten. "I'm definitely fired
before I'm hired. Great. The devil would cook me for lunch" Khushi mumbled as
she ran into the bathroom to change. There was a knock on the main door of Khushi's
room. Ananya opened the door and froze at the sight. The devil himself. "Anuuu, please stuff my remaining clothes in the
closet and keep my purse out along with that black file. It has my
certificates" Khushi screamed from inside to Ananya, who was still frozen at Arnav's
appearance in Khushi's room. Arnav frowned. He expected Khushi to be dressed up
and answer the door. And here was an unknown sinfully gorgeous woman welcoming
him to Khushi's room. The woman had brown curls way past her shoulders neatly
arranged in a pile. She wore a yellow summer dress that stopped right above her
knee. She was way beyond beautiful, but not as beautiful as Khushi. "Odd, why would I compare her to Khushi?"
An irritated Arnav walked inside, only to get more irritated looking at the
state of the room. Looking at the frozen
Ananya, he said "I'm Arnav Raizada. Is Ms. Gupta ready?"
Ananya
absent-mindedly looked at the bathroom door to indicate that Khushi was getting
ready, but no words came from her mouth. Just then, the bathroom door opened
and out walked Khushi wearing her skirt and a bra. Ananya had to place both her
hands on her mouth, looking at the situation in front of her - A dripping-sexy testosterone-charged
six-feet hunk and a vivacious milky-skinned semi-naked babe. "Anu, I can't
figure out if I should.." she froze at the sight of the man next to her friend.
Later, she would curse herself for not running into the bathroom and shutting
the door, but hell, he was a shock to her. Arnav's eyes followed the soft
feminine voice, and wow, she was dead drop gorgeous. Though his expression didn't
say anything, on the inside it was a different story. Here was Khushi, standing
in the doorway of the bathroom with just her lacy violet bra and black skirt
on, holding up a white shirt in one hand and a baby-pink one in the other with
an expression of wide-eyed shock toward him. He had already surveyed enough of
her on the occasion of her birthday, and now, God gave him more to look. Oh thank you Lord!
His
eyes started at her toes and slowly heatedly worked their way up her entire
form. The woman had the most amazing curves he'd ever seen. It didn't matter to
him that every bare inch of her was turning pink as his eyes feasted
appreciatively on her body. Then, out of the blue, he blurted "Violet is my
favourite colour." He said evenly as if nothing was wrong while dropping his
gaze to the huge mounds of her breasts visible above the lace. "Oh God." She
breathed feeling her cheeks flaming up. It was then she realized that she still
didn't cover herself up and quickly used the two shirts to cover the front of
her.
It
was too late. Arnav already got an eyeful of nice voluptuous bosoms that could
definitely fill his hands easily and he had rather large hands. This woman had
a curvy body. The top of her head probably came to his chin, which meant she
was tall enough. She was put together in very nice proportions- very well
endowed indeed! Khushi ran back into the bathroom and almost slipped twice,
before slamming the door.
He
cleared his throat and straightened himself, after letting Ananya know that he
would wait downstairs. He walked down to the hall, with a smirk on his face.
The image burned his mind. Now whenever he would look at Khushi, he would see
the lacy violet piece on her. "Hmm, I
wonder if she was wearing a similar violet piece on the bottom" He had to
force himself to stop thinking about her. That woman could cause an ache in his
pants, with mere imagination. How he wished to taste every inch of her as he
stripped that lacy lingerie off her. "Okay,
stop. You're in her Father's house thinking about doing wild things with his
daughter. Not good at all" His inner devil did a triple somersault. That
image of Khushi was going to stay on his mind for quite long time. Really long time.
Khushi
came down, and without looking at Arnav, she waved bye to her dad, who wished
her good luck. She then said bye to Ananya after glaring at her, who met her
glare with her wide grin. Ananya too decided to take leave and told Mr. Gupta
that she had to go home. Arnav and Khushi
walked towards the Mercedes and after being seated in, they drove to the office
in pin-drop silence. Both of them were lost in thoughts, and both mentally
sighed for different reasons. "It's going
to be a really long day today"
