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Shyam tucked his shirt in to the waist of his jeans before he picked his hairbrush up from the dressing table and ran it through his hair unhurriedly. He was running late for college and Anjali would be at him for not getting up early. He had just slung is book bag on his shoulder when there was a sharp knock on his open door and Anjali Singh Raizada walked in, her hands holding a tray laden with tea and breakfast.

"I know I know you don't have time" Anjali chided good naturedly "so I made you a sandwich which you can munch on your way." She placed the tray down and handed him the sandwich which he took with a grateful smile. Anjali was his favorite relative. At thirty three she was a widow and it saddened Shyam that such grace and beauty was laid to waste because the Raizada's refused to have their widowed daughters remarry. What wouldn't he give to see his Di wearing colors befitting her age and beauty?

"Thanks Di" Shyam said with a full toothed grin before he bit in to the grilled cheese sandwich. Anjali ruffled his hair and laughed when he grimaced with a full mouth. Anjali watched her young cousin leave and turned around to fix his bed.

Shyam walked down the stairs while munching on his sandwich, his mind on Khushi and the project they had to submit today, not really noting Manorma sitting in the living room with Nani. Manorma eyed Shyam with disdain; not being too fond of the young boy for reasons known only to her. "Going to get an education I hope" she said as she filed her nails, keeping her eyes down cast, her vibrant saree set off horribly with gaudy gold jewelry.

"Manorma!" Nani reprimanded her daughter-in-law sharply.

"I'm just saying Maa ji" Manorma rolled her eyes "all we ever hear from Shyam bitwa is Khushi and NK this and Khushi and NK that; they troop in here as if they own the place and eat the entire ration!" Manorma rolled her heavily made up eyes heaven wards as she exclaimed "that Khushi has an appetite of an army."

"They are young Manorma, and Shyam does own the place, which is more than you can say" Nani said simply as she fixed her glasses on her nose and continued to finish the stitch on her embroidery. "Have a good day beta" Nani said fondly as Shyam passed her by.

"I'll be home by five Nani" Shyam said as he bent to touch her feet "Khushi and NK will be coming as well, we have a Marketing project to work on." Nani nodded her head, her slightly lined face softening as she regarded her youngest charge.

"Your friends are coming over today?" Akash asked from the top of the stairs fixing his red tie as he walked down. Akash was tall and fair, his longish face strikingly handsome, his fair skin and soft mouth only made more charming by his twinkling kind eyes which he hid behind spectacles. Anjali often teased her young brother that if he didn't wear glasses to distract the opposite sex they would have women queuing outside their house asking for his number.

"Yes Akash Bhai" Shyam replied "we have a Marketing project and I was wondering if you could help us out."

"I might be stuck in meetings till late today Shyam" Akash said mildly, trying to get out of lecturing young kids about how to sell things to the public. "Come I'll drop you on my way to work."

Shyam and Akash bid farewell to the two women lounging in the living room and made their way to the carport at the front of the house. Shyam settled in the front seat next to Akash and waited till they were on their way before he started on his plan. "Bhai is coming today right?"

"Yes" Akash replied. "It's surprising that his company transferred him to Delhi after all this time. I was sure Bhai was happy in France and wouldn't want to come back because of'" he broke off, his face reddening at the directions his thoughts had taken "I mean I'm shocked that he asked to be transferred back you know. It's only been five years since he left."

"At least Di is happy. And I'm sure Bhai will never admit it but he must have missed us all" Shyam grinned to which Akash responded with a laugh. Akash and Shyam both knew their brother; and both knew that the man didn't have a sentimental bone in his body.

"But you're going to make sure you're at home to receive him right?' Shyam asked, finally guiding the conversation to where he wanted. Akash parked the car outside the college gates and Shyam could see girls and boys walking in, some running some walking sedately, some lounging by it waiting for friends, but all in animated conversations.

"I told you Shyam I have meetings today and I know Bhai will understand. Plus his company will send a car to receive him and get him home so it's not like he needs me" Akash said as he unlocked the doors, indicating the conversation over and that Shyam should get out now.

"But I need you" Shyam pouted, trying his best to make puppy dog eyes.

"I'm busy" Akash snapped having had enough of his little brother for one day.

"Fine!" Shyam said exasperated as he stepped out of the car. "I guess Khushi will just have to ask the very eligible Professor Roy to explain to her all about the importance of hoardings and setting up kiosks. Heck maybe he'll even show her how it's done" Shyam wondered out loud before he slammed the door shut.

He was walking away towards the college gates when he heard the lowering of a car window behind him. "I'll be there by six" he heard Akash mumble and grinned as he ran inside to find his friends.

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"I'm doomed!" Khushi cried as she buried her face in her hands completely confused by the books open in front of her. "I told Babuji I am hopeless at business but he wanted one daughter to take over the shop and I was it!" Khushi raised her hands to the heavens setting the loops she was wearing in her ears to swing merrily. "Why Devi Maya, why!?" she cried dramatically.

Akash chuckled as he held her hand and brought it back down, his hand lingering atop hers for a fraction of a second more than was appropriate but Khushi didn't look uncomfortable, or that she had noticed. NK rolled his eyes at Khushi before he started chomping on a samosa. Shyam was busy crunching numbers for their accounts assignment.

"It's fairly simple Khushi" Akash said gently as he pulled the book in question closer to them. "The reason we set up kiosks is to attract customers."

"But if they want to buy it they'll go get it from the shelves, why do we need to have stalls set up as well? Won't that waste money?" Khushi frowned and Akash desperately wanted to kiss her pout away.

"What do you do when you are tight on cash and have to go grocery shopping" Akash asked patiently.

"I make a list and wear blinders" Khushi replied automatically making Akash chuckle. "Oh and I go on a full stomach just in case my stomach tries to rebel and go down the candy isle." Akash gave a full throated laugh and NK grimaced. "Why don't these two just get a room!" he whispered to Shyam who gave his friend a scandalized look before succumbing to sniggering in his hand.

"Well that's what these kiosks are for" Akash said "to make you buy things on impulse. For example if even twenty percent of the customers didn't come on a full stomach and end up buying our product on impulse, that's still a very sizable chunk of the market and quite a profit, don't you think?"

Khushi nodded trying to process it all. "I think I got it" she smiled finally "Thanks Akash Bhai" she said sincerely as she pulled the question paper set for their assignment and started jotting down points for their project. She missed the reddening of Akashs cheeks and the disappearing of Shyam and NKs bodies under the table as they rolled on the floor in silent laughing fits.

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"Do you want me to drop you home?" NK asked Khushi as they packed their bags, having made a lot of progress on the project. It was going to be dinner time soon and Khushi and NK made sure they didn't stick around to be invited after the disaster they had witnessed the first time they had stayed. NK shuddered at the memory, his broad shoulders trying their hardest to rip out of his skin tight shirt. NK was a heavy built man, his passion in life being food, the gym and his friends. He had a very large circle of friends owing to the fact that his father was second only to Tata and Birla; he was a party animal and had no ambition in life. Only a few people were ever allowed to get close to him and Khushi and Shyam were one of them.

"Yeah, sure" Khushi brushed back the fringe that kept falling in her eyes. "Wait" she said looking around the table "I can't find my copy of The Far Pavilions" she mused as she checked under the table.

"Oh that" NK said "I took that for some light reading to the poolside while you guys were busy ironing the finalities. But God damn that was not light reading Book Girl" NK complained, wearing his Armani leather jacket, to which Khushi stuck her tongue out. "Whatever Rich Boy" Khushi shot back as she trotted to the stairs and took two at a time to get to the poolside.

The poolside was their second favorite haunt at Shantivan after the kitchen. They had spent so many days lazing about the poolside, NK on his latest toy or gadget with Shyam, Khushi on the wicker chair reading to her hearts content, them eating ice cream as they paddled their feet in the cool water of the pool, throwing Shyam in on his 21st birthday.

The room next to the poolside was always closed, curtains draw as if hiding the contents, as if people weren't welcome. Shyam had told them that the room belonged to his eldest brother, his Baray Abu's eldest son, Arnav Singh Raizada who worked in KPMG as an accountant and who had been transferred to Paris a few years before he had started college and met Khushi and NK. Khushi had dubbed the always closed room as the Dragons Lair.

Today however the room was open; the sliding French windows flung wide and the pearl grey curtains swaying in the evening breeze. Khushi stared wide eyed at the tantalizing glimpses the curtains offered of the Dragon Lair, as if inviting her in to take a peek. Shyam had mentioned his brother coming back but he hadn't mentioned he'd be back today. Maybe he isn't home yet and they've just opened the windows to air it out, Khushi thought, it must have smelled like moldy cheese in there.

Khushi ignored her book lying on the wicker table next to the poolside and walked towards the open windows. She took a tentative step in and brushed back the curtains that rose up to caress her face. The room was exquisite, decorated with excellent taste. The far wall directly opposite to the windows was painted a darker pearl grey with a burgundy red wooden motif resting in the middle. A huge bed with pristine white sheets and cushions in various shades of greys and blacks was set directly under the wooden motif on the wall, flanked by bedside tables set with low lamps. The dressing table was bare, nothing but a very battered book lying on top, next to what she assumed was the bathroom door.

Curious about the book and noticing not a single bookshelf in the room Khushi crossed the room and picked the book up. She glanced at the blank cover, her eyes being drawn to the red and white wall paper behind the CD stand which depicted a busy city. Her brow furrowed trying to make heads or tails about the man who occupied this room. She flipped the coverless book open to be met by the legend 'This Book Belongs to Ashmit Singh Raizada' under the title of the book.

"East of Eden" read Khushi under her breath and smiled slightly. She loved Steinbeck and had always wanted to study Literature, but an orphan girl at the mercy of her relatives to finance her education when they didn't have to, didn't have much of a choice. She rested her thighs against the dressing table as she began to flip through the book, not noticing the bathroom door opening with a slight click and a bare chested man walk in to the room and stop dead in his tracks as he saw her.

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Arnav Singh Raizada was having a very tough day. He had come back to India after swearing to himself the day he had left that he wouldn't ever come back to this God forsaken country. It held too many memories, too many unresolved issues that he didn't want to, couldn't face. But then Penelope had happened and there was nowhere to go but back to Delhi.

Anjali had been over the moon when he had arrived, his grandmother in tears and Manorma, the good for nothing leach grinning widely, passing surreptitious glances at his bags as if she had x-ray vision and could see the contents. Swami Malik, his Mama ji, had hugged him like a son and then held the women back while instructing him to get some sleep before his brothers came home at night. "We will all catch up at dinner" he said gently to the women, distracting them enough with dinner preparations for Arnav to escape in to his room.

He had tried to sleep since then, tossing and turning but to no avail. He had then fished out his father's favorite book, well-thumbed and wearing out in places, its spine almost gone, threatening to fall apart at the drop of a hat. Arnav had reminded himself for the hundredth time to get it bound and gone for a fortifying shower.

The water had soothed him somewhat, for a minute he had forgotten all his worries, all the problems and issues clamoring in his head for attention, for immediate resolution. It wasn't easy being the head of a family, it wasn't easy being the problem solver, it wasn't easy being the one to make the mean decisions, it required for him to kill off a lot of his sentiments and he had perfected the art over the years.

He walked out of the bathroom toweling his hair dry when he stopped at the sight in front of him. Clad in skin tight jeans and an Iron Maiden t-shirt with hair flung behind her back in an artful mess, leaning against his dressing table and going through his father's book was one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen. She was smiling slightly as she flipped through the pages humming some song or the other.

Arnav stood very still as he looked her up and down, her long shapely legs and perfectly round bottom, her tiny waist and small but full breasts. Arnav could feel the dormant desire that had been rearing its head since the past few weeks come to the fore and he wanted to take whoever this was and fling them on the bed. He smiled slowly as he strode forward.

"What are you doing?" he asked huskily as he began to walk and heard her yelp in surprise. Khushi jumped at the sound of a voice behind her and the battered book fell from her hands and landed on the floor, pages flying everywhere as this was the last that the spine could take. Arnav saw the destruction of his father's well-loved book and the anger that was always lying under the surface rose in all its glory.

He was beside the girl in two long strides, she was not looking at him, her hand clamped on her mouth as her eyes bugged in horror, trained on the ruined book. He grabbed the girl by the shoulders and whipped her around to face him, pressing her harder in to the dressing table so her thighs were digging in to the wood painfully, her balance lost so she had to cling to him to stay on her two feet.

"What the f**k did you do?!" he bellowed in her face, gaining satisfaction at the sight of her eyes growing wide with fear. She tried to squirm free her hands digging in to his shoulder, her nails biting in to his skin.

"You startled me!" she bit out as she tried desperately to get out of his grip. "Let go!"

"What were you doing here? Who the f**k are you?" Arnav snapped, shaking her.

"I'm Khushi Kumari Gupta" Khushi finally managed to get his hands off. "And I came here to get my book" her eyes were blazing with rage and hurt, her insides muddled because she felt like she had just been treated in the most insulting way by a total stranger who didn't even know her that well.

She turned her back to the man standing by the dressing table, his hands clenched by his sides as he watched her every move. Khushi walked out of his room and picked her book up from the poolside, glancing back once to see the image of a half-naked man partially concealed by flowing curtains, his unwavering gaze fixed on her.

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I'm first!! YAYYY!!!

ooo I like the new Shyam (Imagining my obsession over Abhaas..haha, I know you think he's HOT too) Anji's a widow😭 ..Loving NKs, Khushi's and Shyam's friendship.. I'm trying to figure out who's the villain in the story..haha, but every story doesn't necessarily need to have a villain do they? Curious to know...

Absolutely loving this Munchy😃😃 Totally different and a new concept...

How can I forget Arnav...He's an accountant? 😊...Loving his arrogance, makes him even hotter with his half nakedness (I already had a pic of hotty in my mind while reading this)

Good Job Munchy..Always love your work 😃

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