SS-Negotiation- Part 1/2 page 1/10 (21 MAR) - Page 7

Arnaav's ear caught the frighting voice right behind him. They flowed like he was some sort of protector. A question arises with the lightness of the room, what can he do to help those others. He felt helpless and her twinkled eyes begging to be saved. He felt it was his duty to be there, right on that moment, otherwise only god would have known what could have happened.

"she is called khusi, maybe one of the gust room or servant quarter for the night until we fix something for her to do around the house."
Arnaav suggested. His broken chick showed no sign of smile, not even a glow of smirk, a still face with hard brick words. No honey, or sweetness in those lips. It reflects his mirror image, maybe that's what's underneath him, maybe that's what he is. Maybe that's why he had that gut to save this girl from a crowed of despicable men who was ready to torn her down. Ashamed, they should be ashamed of them self.

"how old are you beta?"
"17"
Arnaav again answered for her. He could understand the circumstances she probably is in. A fear was visible, can she take them as safe as maybe once her parents was!
Khusi removed those burning gaze of this Arnaav. He stood 2 feet way yet the heat was enough to fear her from that shaky ground. Her body felt threaten by the ashamed glare, yet maybe it wasn't just her illusion of the shock she was in few hours back.

"oh my, you are very young."
"she is!"

Was he ashamed of telling where he have brought her from? It wouldn't be a surprise, by his look, by his clothing, the expensive material that laid in middle of the house with bravery glow, pride, it reflects there personality and what a prestigious family they belong to.
"have you ate anything sweetie?"
A kind worry voice made the girls heart light. She indeed was hungry, the tummy growled like a wild dog, surveying on only water for past 2 days wouldn't surprise if they gave her plateful of rotten food, she would eat it happily.
"we need some cloths for her"
"I- I will bring some anjalis cloths. She is very small compare to her size, but I am pretty sure it will be fine for now"
"yes dadima"

The lady Scots her along the golden stair, breathtaking beauty with accurate design.

Khusis mind wasn't paying much attention with the beauty, she was rather in deep thought about this fairy land. Growing up since young with big negotiation, if you Want something there are always prize to pay. Her small mind still fumbled around the slavery business, the place this man have brought her from, giving in the last wealth she posed. The safe place she thought it would have safe to hold this strangers hand. What she was thinking? She have dug a death hollow. Playing with poison. Buying her with million, he wouldn't let go this easily.

"why don't you have a shower and dress, my other granddaughter is not home tonight, have gone to picnic with her friend. I will give some of her old cloths"
Her warm smile felt like her aunties comfortable, protected arm. She was soft, with sweetness filled with aroma. While, that man below only reminded her of the unwanted night he may have brought her for.

The lady locked the door leaving her in a room, that belongs to a princess. She blinked, no greedy, no needy, if someone lovingly tells her to sleep on the floor, she will happily accept.
Khusi walked towards few door build in the wall across the bed. Each door covered with gold plated mirror and on the edge some writhing, not Hindi, she have studied up to year 6, maybe English. Her shivering hand hesitated to touch, to hold the big golden Handel with a muddy hand. She wiped with her cloths until it looked clean enough not to leave a Mark and slides open.
Her hand approach and took the first cloths that was available and turned around to look at the door that laid open and leads to the bathroom.

She observed every twisted button, the long thin oval object with little hole, laid above. It trailed little line along the side wall and finished with a button.
Few towels laid at the side, her mind started to do little Maths she knew.

Arnaav waited outside patiently, it's have been over half an hour, he have no intention to see this girl again, but he rather assure that this is the safest environment that she could never dream off.

A click open the door Handel, he observed the milky leg that stepped out slowly. His sister yellow dress fits this young girl better.
The rough Arnaav have no Time to waste on his sister clothing, or how exactly it matched the milky skin of this girl.
"flow me"
Khusis feat threaten her to take a single step, her heart mumbled with a aloof thought, where exactly was he taking her. He won't be able to get what he wants without a fight.

They stepped out of the wooden door that was the entrance few minute back.
'what do you want?'
Khusi didn't hesitate to ask the question.

The mumbling disappeared with no hesitation and he firmly held on to her dear life.
The throbbing pain of fear around her small boney thigh left the trembling leg to lose the balance for fraction of second, she did not complain nor wanted to think through each matter.

"excuse me?"

Arnaav question looking at her light brown fear. It twinkled not with tears of surprise or happiness but twinkled with the torment. Her face was perfect mirror image of the thumping heart. Clearly loud in the silent of near midnight.
She drank saliva one after another. The cool hauling breeze came no use to satisfy the heat of the burning skin.

"what do you want from me?"
She repeats her fear full blunt sentence, somewhere expecting no words in return, but action of those big muscular muscle, patiently waiting to be thrown way with some touch, clasping, tripping on the hard concrete floor that laid beneath her bare foot.
It's cold, chill wind passed through her each toe, they twitched, fighting to shuffle to gather the little warmth from the surrounding.

"you are in shock! This is the servant quarter. You will be staying here from today on!"