Tuesday, May 22, 2012

SS : Yours Sincerely, Murder Part 3

“Hello?”

Khushi waited...

“Hello!?”

Click. The person on the other line hung up.

Khushi shrugged, “Maybe he got busy...” she looked around...”ugh, Well I have to get busy too, otherwise no one will get their food...”

The phone rang again...

Khushi bounced happily towards the phone and answered...

But the same thing only happened again...

Feeling frustrated she called Arnav’s line...

“Arnav Singh Raizada...”

“Now listen here Mr. Raizada...If you want to talk to me then TALK, but don’t keep calling and hanging up!”

This time it was Khushi who slammed the phone down...

Arnav barely had time to figure out what happened when he received an email marked ‘urgent’.

Clicking to open the email, his heart froze yet again...


Your wife has a delicious voice when she answers the phone...

yours sincerely,
Murder...



Arnav flew out of his chair and sped to the cafeteria...

“Khushi!!!” he screamed as he shoved through the door...

Khushi was standing calmly behind the counter but soon jumped with fright hearing her husband yell for her...

“WHAT THE!? What are you trying to do to me Arnavji!!!”

Arnav ignored her words and powerwalked towards her...

Grabbing her hand, he pulled her into the back room

“Arnavji! What are you...” her breath exhaled forcefully when her back hit the wall...

Arnav was still gripping her hand, and Khushi instantly lifted her free hand and pressed it against his hard chest...

Arnav swiftly grabbed her other hand and pinned them both above her head, and pressed his hips to hers, effectively immobilzing her...

With wide, alarmed eyes, Khushi tried to speak again...”Arnavji...what...”

As she spoke he swooped his head down and let his lips linger over hers, breathing in her spicy, panting breaths...

“Arna...”

“Shhhh...”

Now under the spell of her husbands passion, Khushi relaxed her body as his hot lips pressed gently against hers...

Such slight pressure compared to his fierce grip on her body...

His lips brushed and teased hers with supreme control...

Khushi began to try and spur him on, as the slow torture was making her tremble with pleasure...

Still kissing her as if she were air for breath, food for hunger, salvation itself, he deftly slid his hands down her arms and slid his arms tighly around her waist...

Everything escalated.   

Need.   

Desire.   

Necessity.   

Hunger.   

Love.

Fear...

Trying to swipe the panic from his mind, Arnav tried to get as close to her as possible...

Nothing mattered...

Nothing else mattered at all....He had her in his arms...alive and well...  

Heat and electricity and desire crackled around them as Arnav swung Khushi into his arms and moved their joined bodies to sit...

He sat down on the large crate that was beside them...holding her in his lap, kissing and caressing and making her world spin.   

He broke the kiss only to lower his head, string kisses along her chin, down her throat, lingering, sending a blazing trail of moisture along her tingling skin...

The anticipation was almost as thrilling as the kisses themselves.

Their hypnotic trance was soon demolished when the phone started to ring again...

Arnav sprang up and almost pulling the phone off the wall, he bellowed into the receiver...”What the **** do you want!!!”

Khushi’s mouth dropped open in shock...

Arnav soon heard a familiar voice on the other end...

“Chote! What kind of language is that! oh my God!”

Arnav froze, his entire body seized up as still as a statue...

Khushi walked towards him and cautiously took the phone from her husbands hand...

“Hello? Yes Di, No, he’s fine, he’s a bit stressed today, please don’t be angry, he’s completely fine...yes...yes...I’ll be home in about 2 hours...ok...Bye...”

Khushi hung up the phone and turned to face her husband...

“Arnavji...?”

He closed his eyes as his fists clenched harder...

Unable to see him like this, Khushi took both of his hands in hers and gently pried them open...

Lifting his hands to her face, she placed a soft kiss on each palm...

Arnav’s eyes opened and she saw something she hadn’t seen in years...

Fear.

Icy cold fear.

She stepped forwards...”Arnavji...talk to me...I’m right here with you...there’s no reason to fear...”

At that statement, his hands held her face firmly...”I can’t lose you...I can’t...”

“You won’t! You KNOW that! Shyam is in jail! There is no threat anymore!”

Should he tell her...?

The question echoed repeatedly in his head...

He looked at her bright, yet concerned eyes...

No.

He would say nothing. He would wait and find this son of a bitch that dare threaten his wife.

Pulling her close, he held her gently...”I’m sorry...I guess I am quite nervous about the whole 2 years thing...”

Khushi squeezed him tightly, then pushed him away...”Off with you! Go back to work, You ARE the boss aren’t you!? and I need to get all this food prepared!”

Arnav smiled...”Okay...but please make sure that you aren’t alone down here and come and see me before you leave, and when you get home call me to let me know that you arrived safely...”

“oh... my...gosh... You have become more obsessive than me...” khushi grinned...

“Now, don’t worry... I have the other two ladies helping me, that you also completely terrified with your stampeding entrance...and I ALWAYS come to see you before I go, and yes...I will call you when I reach home...ok?”

Finally finding his composure, Arnav tried to sound controlled...”Ok. I’ll see you later then...”

Walking past her, he quickly kissed her cheek...”I love you...” then hurried away...

Khushi shook her head laughing like a teenager and turned to finish her work...

….....................

Arnav stormed back into his office...

Pacing back and forth he called the police and told them of the threats he’d been receiving against his wife...

But they soon informed him that unless there was any physical threat, or attempt of harm against Khushi, then there was nothing they could do...

Arnav, being Arnav Singh Raizada, quickly demanded phone taps at his office and at his home...

After a lengthy discussion, Arnav hung up...not even feeling slightly calmer...

But thankfully his meeting was about to start and his cabin was soon full of business men...

Knowing this business meeting was going to last for awhile, he made sure that every one of his staff knew to allow Khushi unlimited access to him, whether he was in a meeting or not...

….............................

The cafeteria phone rang again and one of the other ladies answered...”Khushiji, it’s for you...”

Taking the phone, Khushi answered...

“Khushi?”

“JIJI!!!! Oh my gosh!!! How are you!? I miss you so!? How did you know I was here!?”

“I spoke to Di and she told me...and I just had to let you know as soon as possible...Akash and I are coming to visit next week!!!!”

Jumping up and down, khushi squealed into the phone...”For how long?!”
“Only a few days, but still, I cannot wait!!!”

“Oh me too, I miss you...I had better Go, Di is waiting for me...”

As they said goodbye, Khushi coudln’t help feeling melancholy...

Things had changed so much...

Her life had changed so much...

Quickly wiping a tear that trailed down her cheek, she said goodbye to her helpers and thanked them for getting all the food ready on time...

Khushi walked up the stairs to her husbands office...

Seeing him in a meeting, she turned away wanting to leave him in peace...

“Khushi!?”

Arnav noticed her the moment she appeared and stopped mid sentence to go to her...

As Arnav opened the door, Khushi quietly said...”Arnavji...I will call as soon as I reach home...”

Before she backed away, he kissed her softly...”As soon as you reach home...”

Nodding she smiled coyly and walked away...

…............................

For the entire drive home, Khushi thought of Arnav...

“he is so jittery...so worried...it’s CAN’T just be because of Shyam...I will have to talk to him seriously about this...”

The car pulled up at her home...

As she walked up the entrance steps, she took her phone out ready to call Arnav...

But as soon as she opened the front door...

“DI! Help!!!” Khushi’s voice rang out...

…............................
15 minutes...nervous.

20 minutes...fear.

30 minutes...”Excuse me please...” Arnav stood up so fast that his chair toppled over...

Pulling out his mobile phone, he called Khushi, his breath hitching with every unanswered ring...

When the final ring finished, he called again and called out to his staff to call his home phone...

“I’m sorry sir, we can’t get through, no one is answering...”

Arnav ran furiously to his car...

He found another note attached to his windsheild...


What’s the matter?
Can’t you reach your wife?

Yours Sincerely,
Murder...

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