IPKKND SS: How Kunal Roy Won (Chap. 10) UPD:8/02 - Page 11

Wow, you are back with this. I have been waiting for this.

CHAPTER 3

The low pitched laugh echoed across the poolside. Hearing it, both Arnav and Anjali, startled, drew instinctively closer to each other as they turned to face the man who had interrupted them. Kunal Roy spoke, in that habitual drawl.

"Charming! God, I wish we were still doing a running feature on you, Mr Raizada! My readers would eat it up...to think you are basically a student of every bad Hindi movie from the 1980 onwards! How your mind went straight to the villain forcing the dumb heroine into giving up her pavitra sharir to protect her parivaar-ki-izzat! Good God, I'm surprised you don't see me with a large black moustache and a bottle of alcohol clutched in my perverted hands too Mr. Raizada !! Should I have also asked Anjali to Naach Basanti, Naach? What imagination! What are you, twelve?

What a deliciously embarrassing reveal your stupidity would have been on Page Three! But kya kare? A married tycoon disgustingly in love with his pregnant wife is boring crap, even if he's basically an idiot..."

Kunal was leaning against the French doors. He was impeccably dressed in an Armani suit, and was casually fixing his cuffs as he spoke. Arnav noticed, with irritation, that the lavender robe was still there, folded neatly over his arm.

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"This is a private conversation, Mr Roy." Anjali Riazada was cold and formal. Kunal raised a brow at her tone. There were icicles dripping off the soft voice, but by now, Kunal knew the manipulative woman who owned his heart. He knew it when she said one thing and meant another---and he did not mistake the tone or the words for anything more than what they were---a subtle warning.


So Anjali had not been able to make herself reveal their relationship to Arnav, then. She would not tell the man in her life about the new man in her life. She would not risk her old relationship for her new one. Not yet. A momentary spasm of pain and jealousy grabbed Kunal, and was just as quickly suppressed. It was not for him to reveal what the sister and the brother had to deal with by themselves. He had sworn to protect their secret, at any cost, and he would.


At this moment, he would have to help her, distract Arnav from what he had seen, what he was thinking. Kunal had overheard the siblings' conversation, of course. Within minutes of Anjali's exit , instead of leaving as she had begged him to do, Kunal had quickly bolted into his discarded clothing. He had then hightailed it for the poolside, where, for some reason, the Raizada clan seemed to hold all their meetings and where they did most of their romancing and fighting and dramatic reveals. Today, he would do one too.


And, once there, hidden behind the doors as he shamelessly eavesdropped on Anjali and her Chote, Kunal Roy had been a little hurt as he overheard exactly what Arnav thought he was doing with his sister. Kunal wished Anjali would speak up then, defend him, because what he was being accused of was pretty low, pretty disgusting. But she had not spoken up and corrected her brother, and, of course, he knew exactly why.


His cold, callous ice-cube of a woman was stuck. She was not able to either deny Arnav's accusation, nor reveal the truth--that Kunal and Anjali had been meeting secretly for months, had been enjoying each other's company, and enjoying a lot more than coffees and conversations during those meetings. What ever it was that they had between them---something sensual, respectful, loving, passionate...was something that had started ever since they had met each other. Something that had begun before The Love Story On Page Three had knitted Arnav and Khushi's lives back together.


Something that said that Anjali was--Kunal's. That Kunal was--Anjali's. Her man, her lover, her friend.

Right now, Kunal watched her face dispassionately. Anjali's huge eyes were pleading wordlessly for his silence about their relationship, beseeching him for help. She had been refusing him on every count. He wanted a partnership with her, he wanted a relationship out of the shadows. He wanted trust along with the desire, love along with the friendship. But, in every way she could, ever since she had also given in to the heat that blazed between them, Anjali Raizada had been keeping Kunal Roy hidden, and keeping herself aloof.


Kunal respected Anjali's needs, respected her unease, given what that bas***d Shyam had done to her to make her this wary.

But he was a man, and a tough, hard-hearted, stubborn one at that. He was pretty clear on what he wanted from her, and he was an honorable man, in most ways. Not honorable in all things, of course---he wasn't a pussy. But when it came to her, he hadn't been a complete bas***d. He didn't deserve this. For months, Kunal had felt powerless. Powerless to resist her, powerless to make her his, to shout from the rooftops and to blaze across the world that this difficult, manipulative, hard-hearted, cold woman was his, and his alone.

So, yes, she would get her help. Kunal could not help himself on that. It didn't matter what she said or did not say, what lies she used, what manipulations she did to keep him a secret. She was his, and she needed him to handle her hot-head of a brother right now. But that didn't mean Kunal Roy wasn't going to extract just a TINY bit of revenge, now either.

He might be in love. But he still was, after all, Kunal Roy...

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"It stopped being private when your chote-minded Chote basically accused me of attacking his sati savitri behen-ji with my evil prick, and even more evil intentions, Ms. Raizada..." drawled the devil, as Arnav stiffened in shock at Kunal's crude words.


"Much worse is coming, Arnav mera baccha, prepare yourself!!" thought Kunal gleefully, as he fixed a look of pious indignation onto his face. Now, abruptly, instead of looking positively wicked, he looked wounded and betrayed, as much as it was possible for a six foot-two predator in Armani to look wounded and betrayed while clutching a lavender robe dramatically to his heart.

Anjali's eyes narrowed, instinctively sensing that Kunal was up to something truly awful.

Not knowing anything about the truly mischievous, devious bas***d in front of him, Arnav looked on, now confused by the expression of outraged virtue that he was seeing on Kunal Roy's face. Kunal looked mad, and hurt, and not a little disappointed by Anjali--not one of which were expressions that should be on the face of a man who had been caught blackmailing an innocent woman into sleeping with him.

Arnav frowned, looking first at Anjali's set, tense face and then back at Kunal's sad, hurt one. The lavender robe was waved in Arnav's face, the silk twitching about in Kunal's agitated hands.

Sighing heavily, as if he was suffering some emotional pain, Kunal continued --

"Why don't you tell him how you seduced ME, Ms Raizada? I basically was a victim to your wiles one hour ago, wasn't I? You used me, my body, my feelings. Am I not a person? When you cut me, do I not bleed? When you use me do I not feel used? I got the clear impression that if I didn't give you what you wanted, one hour ago, you would not be giving me what I have wanted for the past two months!

I came here, like a nice shareef man, to make you a job offer---an offer I have been extending to you for weeks now. I brought you takeout, for God's sake! Who brings takeout to their blackmail sex-party? That too curry and aloo parata? What am I, a gavaar from the village who brings a light snack for his assault victim?

Tell your Chote how I want to hire you as an in-house attorney for The Delhi Sun, Ms. Raizada!! From his reaction, I'm sure this is news for him, since you clearly have not told him about my offer. For weeks I've been calling and setting up meetings that you have been ignoring and postponing.

Koi baat nahi . I'm here now, he's here now, maybe he should know SOME things, Ms Raizada? Well, Mr Raizada, here goes. After the masterful way your lawyer -sister handled the Page Three news, as my enemy, and on the opposing side, I've been trying to get her to join me, as my attorney, on MY side. We have a new issue that we are covering in The Delhi Sun for almost a month now, as you well know.

You have been reading the news, you know that my investigative work has unearthed a potential scandal that could reach very high up in the government. Payoffs, kickbacks, a lot of senior civil service and police involved in a greedy scheme to sell government posts. It's a volatile story, and a dangerous one for me, personally.

I have been out on the field on this one. Please don't let this get out, but I have been investigating a corrupt ring in the Education Ministry. I told your sister, given the delicacy of the matter, and the kind of big names that are involved, that I need legal help. I need to get a lawyer. Someone who won't be bought, who won't be influenced politically, and who is well-connected herself, so she won't face any undue pressure or threats--Obviously, Anjali Raizada fits the bill.

I have gone to other firms, but they won't take me on as a client---too much exposure, you see. Who will help that firebrand, the bad, evil Editor-In Chief of that powerful paper, The Delhi Sun? I have many enemies, and they are glad to see me suffering right now. I got the distinct impression that a lot of the law-firms I approached would have been quite happy to read about my death in a police sponsored "cross-fire" in The Delhi Sun tomorrow. Forget about helping me avoid the political fall-out of my story!

I am helpless, Mr Raizada. Only Anjali Raizada is left, and she has me cornered, helpless and at her mercy. She is my last hope, you see.

What a cruel sister you have, Mr Raizada! Tell him, Anjali-JI--Tell your brother how you insisted I come for a face to face meeting, and how you jumped me in the living room, making me spill my tea---you used me, a poor hardworking journalist, Ms. Raizada! You told me to come with some food for dinner, so we could talk uninterrupted, for God's sake! Do you know anyone who brings takeout for a business meeting? I should have known...you baare baare lok with your chote chote thoughts! I had to feed ALL your appetites, didn't I, Ms Raizada?

And then taking me to your room to freshen up, and then coming out of the bathroom in this lavender thing, without a stitch of clothing on underneath it !!! And then dropping that robe, while I protested how I could not do -IT-with you Ms Raizada, since I wanted you as my lawyer, and not as a lover...and then you purring at me, Ms Raizada, purring that I COULD, and WOULD, if I wanted you to help me, I would have to do this!

And then..Barry freaking White...

Helpless. That's what I was, Mr Raizada. You tell me--Main ne uska kya bigara? I need her, you see, and your sister---LOOK at this robe, Mr Raizada!!! Its LAVENDER! SILK! If that's not seduction, I don't know what is!"

Apparently overwhelmed by his feelings, by the wiles of a cruel, sexy woman, Kunal Roy turned away from the silent Raizadas, his shoulders shaking.

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Anjali stared at him, now absolutely simmering with anger. Her face right now revealed her innermost thoughts---and since they were all concentrated on disemboweling and then eating Kunal Roy's entrails at the earliest opportunity, she looked, for a few seconds like exactly what she was---a baffled, angry, powerful woman momentarily taken aback by her opponent. She did not look weak, or terrified, and she certainly didn't look helpless.

As she stared at Kunal's back, her face uncontrolled for once, Arnav stared at his sister's open face, unwillingly mesmerized by the naked rage he saw there.

She should be hurt or frightened if what I thought was actually true...if she was being coerced or forced into having sex with this man... thought Arnav, as he sneaked another look at Anjali..But she hadn't being forced had she? Maybe she did the forcing..(ewww)...maybe...She looked---yes.. Angry, as if she was mad at the journalist fellow. Not angry because he was lying, but angry because he... wasn't??? Dear God!! Di? Roy? What the hell is going on here?"

As Arnav struggled with his thoughts, a loud cheerful voice floated up to their ears. From down below the living room came a terrible, tuneless mockery of a song. A woman screeched loudly about how the mausam was suhaana, Salman Khan was tasty khana, as she loudly stomped up the stairs.

Khushi Singh Raizada was home.

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Haha I love Kunal Roy! His speech was brilliant 😆

Superb... and poor Arnav... Khushi is back!

I friggin' love Kunal Roy! The man is brilliant. Cunningly brilliant. I am in awe. And I love him for the fact that he loves Anjali with all her flaws, the coldness and the manipulation. Amazing once again! Thank you for the quick update!

Aha so Khushi is pregnant and Arnav is disgustingly in love with her, well nicely put Mr Roy... Arnav has finally met his match and so has Anjilli... Will Arnav ever finds out Anjilli's hand I the page 3 story? And if he does then I want him to be thankful to her and Kunal Roy for getting him a second chance at life... Looking forward to more Kunal and Arnav's interactions... I am in love with Kunal Roy, man he is one smooth operator and I am so jealous of Anjilli.

OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG

Aaj mausan hain suhana, chotte ka dimaga ko kiya friedwa, what the what the what!