SS:101'What The?!-An Invasion of his Privates... - Page 18

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~An Invasion of his Privates...erm Privacy~

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Ways to invoke Arnav Singh Raizada's What-the '.

#2 Invading his Privacy.

Diaryji ,


So, after a prolonged self-imposed sabbatical after the bathroom incident, I believe we have finally lulled the raakhshaas into a sense of false serenity.

In short – it is time to strike.

So, after much study, I have come to the conclusion Diaryji that the one sure-fire way to annoy Arnavji is by ruining his sanctuary. Now, ma used to say a man's sanctuary is his home and his home is where his heart is.

The problem here is that saying Arnav Singh Raizada has a heart is a logical fallacy in itself.

As such, me being the clear-level headed person that I am, I realized that it was really quite simple.


All one had to do was think back to Salman Khan.

That man had a solution to everything - see not only had he provided the inspiration behind the then re-inspired sangeet song, but in doing so he told her exactly how to proceed.


Remember Dairyji - Laptop se unki tum kardo sagaai, Office ke phir toh banjaye jamai!

That was it- that was where he was most comfortable. Where else would a raakshaas like him have such a constant supply of unsuspecting victims.


And what better place to invade?

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"Did I tell you to lower the quote?" Arnav asked coolly, his eyes emanating the biting chill he held in tight check.

How men twice his age managed to be such efficient idiots was beyond him.

As if he actually wanted the deal with the Devnath's

Why would he want anything to do with a firm as incompetent as them?

He wanted the new tender at Solin Fabrics.

But the bloody moment he let people know that he'd have, the rest of the sheep following in his wake, doing nothing but driving up what was still a budding offer.

Frustrated at the lack of common-sense his staff seemed to be suffering from he snapped out a biting – "Fix it." -before deciding to hit the fifth floor gyms. He needed to vent. And he couldn't go home or that vixen would be there with her damn unnerving smile and luscious …erm loud he meant loud …damn it he needed a damn shower too.

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"Amanji." Whispered Khushi, peering over the threshold of the main hall from the canteen door.

Laad Governor ne dekhliya toh saab plan choupaat.

"Amaaanji!" she hissed more urgently this time, only to have the petrified young man look back at her in a state of mumbling shock.

"Khushiji?...umm…I mean…erm…Bhab…erm Ma'am?"

Khushi blinked awkwardly at his stammering exchange for a moment, deduced that the Laad Governor must be up and terrorizing his nadan Hindustani employees as the English had once done it's people and considered giving him a pep talk.

A second glance at the now alarmingly frantic man who was peeping around as if being caught talking to her would result in jalebi-less weekend, made Khushi change her mind.

No she was here for the bigger fish.

"Amanji," she asked sweetly, fluttering her lashes disconcertingly, "Arnavji kaha hain?"

***

Khushi decided after an infinitely elucidating conversation with herself after Aman had divulged his Lord and Master's whereabouts with a look akin to Laxshmiji on her hard poo-poo days, that Arnav Singh Raizada was a failed flop actor.

The Logic was simple.

The man religiously had to go on a morning jog, every single day, and then he would come back home and shirtlessly quibble over bathroom hours.

He would suffer from the same afore mentioned expression, when faced with the bare-torso Salmanji poster she'd put up in place of his boring videshi Van Goo…or was it Gogh….jo bhi ho…

And now, and this was the cincher, he claimed to be irrationally busy at work, but what is he secretly doing, sneaking upstairs to an office gym (log office karne ate hain ya jogging?), and was probably trying to become the man in the poster he so detested…..

Jealousy is such a vapid emotion, she mused with a sigh as she stepped out of the elevator.

***

"No."

"Hum Mrs. Kushi Kumari Gupta- Singh Raizada hain!." Protested Khushi indignantly at the stout middle-aged woman before her.

Utterly impervious to the note of indignant demand in her voice, the woman nodded pointedly at the gym-wear she had gone to suitable lengths to obtain for her because of who she was instead of telling her to go home and get her own.

Jayaante Majumdar was no mans or woman's fool, the last gym supervisor who had allowed a society darling to forgo gym wear had later been sued for the same woman's unfortunate treadmill accident in her designer heel-ed gym shoes.

There was no way Jayaante Majumdar, was about to make the same mistake.

***

With a quick nod Arnav signaled the attendee to add another half kilo to the obscene weight he was already bench-pressing.

Fourteen year old, Harpreet Majudar, however was suffering from an affliction most young adolescents of his age suffered from – Hormones.

Hormones made Harpreet, who was here on summer vacation, do the damnest things like, make googly eyes at the young lady standing with her back to him, instead of being suitably terrified of ASR and dancing attendance on his Lordship.

Arnav who had already replaced his weights and was now looking in the very same direction as Harpreet decided to forgo a quelling look this time, for the sheer reason that the woman in question did indeed have very nice legs.

Well what you could see of them that is.

The woman had been fidgeting uncomfortably for the past minute he had spent observing her, pulling the hem of her gym shorts which were already evidently a few sizes to large as if she could pull it till it was longer. What little skin she was showing was obstructed from direct very courtesy of a bright orange duppatta with yellow pom-poms.

Women he noted with a disgusted shake of his head, only to freeze moments later.

Pom-poms?

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And then Diaryji,

The Laad Governor himself proclaimed in front of everyone there that I'm a Nuisance!

And he said "What the…" too.

Well he said more than that but I didn't quite catch the last new word and no one would tell me.

The main point Diaryji is that – I won.

Yes there were sacrifices made.

I was forced to wear the strangest pair of chaddi's you have ever seen. Fortunately there was no one there but Majumdar ji and her baccha, and the Laad Governor but he doesn't count because since he's so constantly in a state of partial nudity around me, I figure the God's will understand how it was just payback.

Humne kaha than a apse Arnav Singh Raizada ki besharmi ko besharmise nahi nipat liya, toh humara bhi naam Kushi Kumari Gupta Singh Raizada nahi hain.

P.S. – Jaabse hum ghar aaye hain, he's been in the shower, it's been over an hour now…..seriously WHAT does the man do in there?!

Faithfully Your's,

Khushi Kumari Gupta Singh Raizada

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::Author's Note::

Gym Concept Credit goes to Mariam

Gutter Credit goes to Nabi

AND

As always I am bribable... sooo...

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