Chapter Twelve - The Call of the War

The only source of light in the dark cabin was the overhead light, glowing softly. It illuminates the top of Khushi’s head, and the papers she is reading. The fine print of the papers make her jam the reading glasses higher up her nose, and then sigh with frustration.

 

Unlike the rest of the interiors, cool and dank with an interesting interspersion of black and white furniture, she is dressed in a red top with the emblem “Saala Ch*tiya” and black yoga pants. Today she has made a mental vow that she wouldn’t leave office till this particular work was sorted, but there wasn’t any rule about not being comfortable while sorting out this mess, is there?

 

She thinks about Arnav Singh Raizada, and his little stunt today. And then she thinks of how she stopped the disaster from happening. A slow smile lights up her face, when she thinks of the bug she placed in his office, and how she heard that he had ordered a hit on her.

 

The war is on.

 

* * *

 

Can we ... talk?

 

Anjali quickly slips out of the clothes and kneels down to the man’s flaccid penis, trying to coax it into erection. Her experienced touch works soon enough, and she proceeds to pleasure the rest of him.

 

Thirty minutes later, the man grunts in appreciation and throws the money on her face. Without looking back at her, he swiftly walks out of the door, and soon enough, the last customer walks in.

 

Can we ... talk?

 

No.

 

* * *

 

 

The room stinks of sweat, blood and urine. The only source of light is a grimy bulb, glowing softly and hanging precariously from a wire. It swings and throws two faces into periodic bouts of light and darkness.

 

“What is your work with me?”

 

The voice which utters the words is raspy from disuse, and curiously Russian in accent.

 

“I know you have old scores to settle with Shashi Gupta. I don’t know what your problem is, neither do I care. What I do care about is that I have a problem with Khushi Gupta.”

 

“What is your work with me?” Asks the man, clearly uninterested.

 

“I want you to find out a way both of us will get what we want”

 

“You shall get it. However, I am not your employee, nor will you pay me. I am my own agent, and I shall work on my own. You will not ask me for the ‘progress’. You will only see the result when I choose to show it to you”

 

“Agreed”

 

“Good. Now get out”

 

Arnav scrapes the chair off, trying to keep his rising temper in check. He knows that the insult he bears is worth the prize.

 

Khushi Gupta won’t even know what hit her.

 

 

 

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Sorry guys the updates are kind of short and everything, for I’m really pressed for time here. I promise to get back (hopefully) by the next update.

 

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-Vee