SS: Anything Goes PART 11 *Last Part* (PAGE 15)

TS : Anything Goes Part 1

Khushi stepped into the club in a black, low back cut dress and straightened hair. She had her clutch securely in her hand. She was ready to take down that little bas***d. She spent far too long running after him and always came close to catching him but she always failed.

She flashed her charming smile and flirty eyes at every guy who looked at her while the other girls all sneered at her for having their dates look away from them. Khushi smirked amusingly for an inside joke that was between her and her alone.

She went to the bar and ordered just a coke. She wasn't here to party and get wasted after all, she had came here to get the job done. She looked around the dark room with lights brightening up the entire place. She was surprised of how lavish the place was with all their fancy chairs, booths, and the decoration that made it seem less intimidating than a usual dirty club.

She looked at a man sitting at a booth with a woman sitting across from him. Khushi raised her eyebrows at him and he shook his head no. She took her phone out of her clutch and sent a message. "Mohan, don't get too engrossed in your date. Make sure you keep a watch out. I can't see the main doors from here." Khushi hit the send button and looked back at the man she was looking earlier. Mohan indiscreetly nodded his head at her then shifted in his position so he could do just what she told him.

He was her partner. In what? That will be answered soon.

She turned to take a sip from her drink when from her peripheral vision she saw movement. She looked up and saw an oh so handsome man smirking at her. "Can I sit here?" He asked but he sat anyways.

Khushi raised an eyebrow at him but couldn't get her impish smile off her lips. His looks were distracting. He was dressed in a white-collar shirt with its sleeved rolled to his elbows, a black vest and black pants. That's one thing that attracted her to a man: formal wear. She didn't know what it was, but she just loved to see a man looking pro at all times.

"I've never seen you here before," he said then quickly ordered a drink. Khushi slowly raised her eyes at him. "You're right. Does that mean you come here a lot?"

His chuckle caused goosebumps on her arms. "Naw, I just tried to use a very stupid pick up line."

With the music blaring in the background, she had to crank her head a bit for his next question. "What's your name?"

"What's it to you?" She asked. He showed her that beautiful smirk of his again. "Is it a crime to ask?"

"No, trust me, if it were, I'd be the last person you'd want to try that on."

"Why?" He asked, intrigued by her. Khushi left him wondering with a shrug of her shoulders.

"Well, I'm Arnav," he said and extended his hand. Not wanting to leave him completely dejected, she took his warm and soft hand and shook it.

"Do you mind if I ask what you do?" He leaned in and she noticed that. She straightened her back to create some distance between them. "I'm a teacher." She lied.

"Oh yeah? That's nice. For younger kids or older kids?" He asked, wanting to create an easy going conversation.

"Yep, for young kids." Khushi suddenly looked over his shoulder and eyed Mohan but he shook his head again. She sighed in annoyance and looked back at Arnav. "Sorry?" She asked because it seemed like he was waiting for an answer.

"Forget it," he said a bit shyly and sat up straight in his high chair. Khushi gazed at the side of his face for a moment. She couldn't help but feel a little warm tingly sensation to her heart. She found it cute how he shied away.

"Say it," she said as she put her hand on his shoulder. He looked at her hand then at her face with amusement. He turned and her hand slowly fell down his arm, stroking it at the same time.

"I was just saying, you're a teacher for kids and yet you're in a bar."

"Everyone has two sides to them, Arnav," she was a little surprised by how easily his name rolled off her tongue. Like she had spent years saying it.

"See that's not fair. You can say my name but I don't even know yours." He looked at her with anticipation. Khushi bit the inside of her lip, trying to stop herself from smiling too much. She couldn't help it though. His flirting on top of his ridiculous good-looks was causing her to do so.

"Khushi," she finally said and his eyebrows shot up. "Wow! Beautiful name."

"Also the name of thousands of other girls in this country. It's nothing too special." She said with the wave of her hand.

"But I don't think other girls can stand up to the name as well as you can."

Khushi finally chuckled. She couldn't believe this guy was shamelessly flirting with her. And that's when it hit her. She wasn't supposed to be having fun! She was here for a mission. She internally cursed herself for being distracted.

She looked over at Mohan again and this time he wasn't in his seat. She started to panic. She tried to look for him in the sea of people.

"Are you alright?" Arnav asked as she kept looking away from him.

"I'm just looking for someone." She said and this time got up.

"Oh, so you're expecting someone?" He asked with a hint of disappointment in his tone but Khushi didn't have time to worry about that. Just then, her phone started to vibrate on the table. She quickly took it and saw a message from Mohan. "He's here. He went straight to the dance floor but you need to get to him before he leaves soon."

Khushi took a sigh of relief then turned to Arnav, flashing him a big smile. "Wanna dance?" She asked but didn't give him a chance to reply. She grabbed his hand and pulled him into the crowd of other dancing people. Most of which who were shamelessly grinding each other. Khushi felt disgusted but then she reminded herself: don't be distracted!

She was casually dancing but her eyes were everywhere but on Arnav, and he noticed. Feeling stupid that he'd give a girl his time of day, he turned to leave. Khushi got another text from Mohan. "He's sitting in the booth furthest from view. He's with another man so be careful when you approach him."

Khushi looked up and found the space in front of her empty. She frowned at the fact that Arnav left her. She quickly shook the feeling away and started walking towards the booths where the seats and tables were black and the only light was a dark purple.

Catching the view of her target, she sat at a regular table and waited for a waitress to come by. She had to whisper in her ear because of the loud music again. She waitress smiled and nodded her head okay.

Dev was surprised to see the waitress come by with a flute of champagne and placed it in front of him. He looked at her with confusion. She leaned down towards him and whispered in his ear, "The lady over there got it for you. You might want to thank her," the girl said with a giggle before she left.

Dev turned his attention to Khushi who was looking back at him with her flirty smile on her face. He lifted the flute of champagne in a way to thank her. Khushi shrugged her shoulders in a no-big-deal kind of way. He took a good look of her : her long layered hair, her black dress that showed off her milky white and lean legs. He loved the way she carried herself : her back straight as she sat on the chair, showing off the side of her body.

He looked at his friend and whispered something to him before the other man got up and took the girl who was sitting on the other side of Dev. Dev himself made sure to get Khushi's attention before he nodded his head towards her in a way to call her over.

Khushi prepared to go. Her heart was racing and her hands were getting clammy but she knew she could do it. She was the best at her job and that is why they sent her for this one too. In any way, she wouldn't have to worry about anything, her team were all secretly scattered around the club. One was even sitting a few booths away, intently watching their target's every move. With a deep breath, Khushi got up and walked towards the man. 'Here goes,' she thought.

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I have always wanted to write a story in this light so I hope you all like it! I will mention right now that this will be strictly under 10 parts, maximum.

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~Farah

Index

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9

Part 10

Originally posted by: -Sanz-

Hmmm, Khushi On Mission 😎 How Will ArHi Meet Again?

Originally posted by: Shweta1691

Woman on mission huh??? Doesn't leave much time to socialise 😆...Poor Arnav...flirted and complimented and danced but got no reaction...atleast not the desired one😉...i wonder if he is just another random person in the club or... Lets wait and watch...looking forward for more...

Originally posted by: saavan_lover

Great start! Omg Khushi as an undercover agent? love it <3 Poor Arnav got sidelined by Khushi because of her mission :( Looking forward to the next part :)

TS: Anything Goes part 2

She slid in the booth and sat next to him. "Khushi," she introduced herself first as she stuck her hand out. Dev smirked and took her hand. "Nice to meet you, Khushi. I'm Dev."

"And so I've heard," she said and her smile wavered when his expression changed. "You know who I am?" He asked.

"You say that like it's a bad thing'" She said with a chuckle but she felt a lump forming in her throat.

"You're cute," he said and Khushi gave him a cheeky smile. "Thank you, though I did expect something better than 'cute,'" she said with pouted lips.

"Oh?" Leaning in, he got close to her ear and his eyes scanned her body down to her feet. "You mean like, sexy?" He started to move his hand to her thigh but she grabbed his hand and held it in hers instead, so as not to look suspicious.

"What do you do?" She asked and slightly moved her head back as he rested it on the backrest of the lounge, trying to inch himself closer.

"I don't think you want to know," he said and she furrowed her eyebrows at him. "Why not? Do you sell drugs or something?"

"No, no. I guess it's not that bad." He said more to himself than Khushi. She twisted her lips in disgust when he wasn't looking at her. She quickly changed her expression when he looked back at her.

"It's too loud, do you want to leave here? I have a hotel room upstairs actually."

Khushi's heart started to race. That was not the plan at all. She couldn't even look around because he'd notice something fishy. She nodded her head and he got out, helping her out too.

He put his hand behind her back and led her through the place to get to the elevator. Khushi froze when Arnav came up right in front of them and stared at her with furrowed eyebrows. "Khushi?" He asked bewildered as he looked at the tall and big man next to her.

"Do you know him?" Dev asked Khushi and Arnav was about to say yes but he remained dumbstruck when Khushi shook her head no. "Don't know him at all. Sorry, you must have the wrong Khushi. There are many in Delhi you know."

Dev laughed and walked right past Arnav with Khushi right next to him. She managed to catch the eye of one of her comrades as she went into the elevator shaft. She didn't get anything else except a reassuring nod of the head from them.

She walked into the dark room and he turned on the lights, dimming them out a bit. He took Khushi to the living room and made her sit on the couch as he sat next to her. "Finally some peace. So, tell me about yourself."

"Well, I'm a teacher for little kids and I live by myself with no family since they all live in Mumbai." Khushi chuckled for affect. "That's pretty much it. Boring life you know."

"No it's not boring, it just needs a little spark." He said and moved closer towards her. Khushi stopped him as she put her hand on his chest. He moved back out and looked at her frustratingly. "You haven't told me anything about yourself."

"I thought you knew me." He asked suspiciously.

Khushi thought about it. She could either play dumb and say she only said that to get his attention or she could skip through all that crap and move right to the main point. She chose the latter.

With a sigh, she started. "I do know you...or at least what you do. That's why I uh...tried to get your attention earlier."

"So you're...interested?" He asked, pretty perplexed by the things Khushi was saying.

"I live on my own and I don't make enough money as a teacher to easily pay off bills. I..." Khushi pretended to blush and looked down at her hands. Dev made her look back at him as he pulled her chin up. "Don't be upset. You're Khushi, you have to be khush! If I'm understanding properly, you're asking to be prostitute?"

Khushi internally cringed at the word. He was so bold. Didn't even try to say it in a nicer way...if there even was a nicer way to say it.

"Will you help me? I just need to know that I won't be cheated. I'm giving up a lot here." She said. She pushed her hair away from over her shoulder and shifted her position just a bit. She needed to get the tiny camera and voice recorder, which was on the embellished strap of her dress, to be well towards him so it could catch everything.

"Honey, every girl is always worried but you know what? I like to treat my employees with the respect they deserve."

"Are you kidding?" She asked.

"Of course not! After all, you all give up your respect to just about any man. The least I can do is respect you girls."

"So who organizes all this, do I need to speak to anyone in particular?"

"You're looking right at him, darling." He said, pushing her hair strands behind her ear, smiling at her like what he was doing was nothing but innocent.

"Am I obliged to live in a big house with a bunch of girls or something?" She was asking all these questions to get as much proof through his words as possible. Dev had a business - prostitution. Law enforcement had only figured out recently but they had to bring it to a stop. He had such an elaborate business that his "employees" were scattered all over the country. Some girls took the job because of desperation, others were forced into it.

"That's a personal choice. I think it would be better if you did actually. Makes business more organized." He said with a smirk.

"I'm not so sure. It's a very tough job after all," Khushi said standing up and slowly walking away from him.

"Well at least you'd be getting pleasure at the same time," he said then got up too. Khushi felt disgusted. If it wasn't for her job requirement, she would have shot the guy dead.

Her heart stopped when she felt a hand snaking around her waist. She tried to move away but he was faster. He pulled her making her back hit into his chest and moved her hair to one side. "But you're different from others. If you want, you can have a promotion. You stay with me."

'That's it,' Khushi thought. She had to distract him in some way. "And what would that job requirement be?" She asked slightly looking over her shoulder.

"It's very simple actually. You help me attract business during the day, and then at night, you keep my bed warm." He placed his lips against her neck and kissed the length of her neck several times. Meanwhile, Khushi very slowly and quietly opened the clasp on her clutch, which she was holding close to her chest, and dug her hand in there without too much movement or he'd notice, though he was very busy elsewhere.

With a tight grip on the gun, she swiftly pulled away and stood a meter away from him pointing the gun right at his face. The colour in Dev's face drained. He didn't move a bit.

"You think that you could seriously get away? You're done, Dev. Done."

While he had time to think, he suddenly chuckled. "I'm never done, darling."

Then out of no where, he pulled out his own gun tucked inside his belt and held it equally intimidatingly at Khushi. "PUT THE GUN DOWN!" She yelled but he was only getting mad.

Two other cops were outside in a van watching the whole drama through the camera. They immediately sent the order for the other cops. "GO IN! He has a gun pointing to her!"

Dev was caught off guard when he suddenly heard the door bursting open and hearing the shouting voices of three other big men. "PUT THE GUN DOWN, NOW!"

With his nerves and his anger reaching the limit, he turned back to Khushi. "You bitch! Kiss your life goodbye." He pulled the trigger and a shot went off.

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Thanks for reading! Let me know what you think of this part!

~Farah

Originally posted by: xx-Arshi-xx

Awesome!!