SS: Anything Goes PART 11 *Last Part* (PAGE 15) - Page 4

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SS : Anything Goes part 4

Khushi prepared to go home at eight in the evening, at which point the sun had already set. "Where are you going tonight?" She asked Mohan as he changed into his casual wear. She was also now in jeans, a simple blue top and a black leather jacket.

"I'm having dinner with my brother. Why? Gupta is all alone tonight?" He asked in a mocking tone and Khushi snarled at him. "Tell me Mohan, is this life for us? Will we never have a family just because we're so caught up with hounding criminals?" She asked in a sad tone.

"That's obviously not the case. Do you have any idea just how many people here have families? Did you know that Deep has a wife?"

"What?!" Khushi asked, completely shocked with the news. Mohan nodded his head in accordance.

"Don't you have someone to say sorry to?" Mohan asked after Khushi was silent and staring off into space for some time. She shook out of her daze and looked at him with furrowed eyebrows. "At this time?"

"Why not? He may be there now. The company closes at nine on weekdays." He put his shoes and jacket on and closed his locker, staring down at Khushi. "It's either that or if you're really desperate, you come eat dinner with my brother and I."

"That would be so awkward! Forget it, I'll figure out something." She got up and left the place, waving her hand at her partner as they parted ways.

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Khushi found herself parked outside AR but she couldn't bring herself to move out of her car. Taking a deep breath, she finally turned off the engine and got out. Before she walked in, she pulled her hair out of its bun and let it flow in its wavy form.

She went in and found a new receptionist. "Where's the lady from earlier?" Khushi asked.

"She has morning shift. I work during this time." The new girl answered, though with some attitude. Khushi smiled at her and put her hand on the desk. "Can I meet Arnav Singh --" Darn it! She forgot his last name! "You know..." She said and the lady stared at her like she was insane.

"Raizada? One of the biggest business tycoons of Delhi?" The lady went on. Khushi grimaced and waved her hand. "Yeah, yeah. That one. Is he here?"

Khushi noticed the girl looking over her shoulder then looking back. Khushi also looked over and noticed a cabin, probably his office, overlooking the first floor. "I don't think he's available."

"Well you haven't asked him, so call him up and ask, please?" Khushi wanted to scratch the girl's face. What was her problem?

The receptionist picked up the phone then put it back down without even saying anything. "He's not even here."

Khushi narrowed her eyebrows. "What's your name?"

The receptionist pulled her nametag from her shirt and held it out so she can show it off. 'Sanjana' Khushi read to herself. "Okay, well thank you very much Sanjana." And without another word, she turned her back and started walking towards the cabin.

"Excuse me!" Sanjana called after her but Khushi only smirked devilishly as she made her way up the steps and stood at the door. Her eyes widened and she almost laughed out loud when she saw Arnav's head about to roll off the back rest of his chair as his eyes were shut in slumber.

She knocked on the glass door and Arnav was startled awake. He looked where the knocking came from and just stared incredulously at Khushi. He got up and mechanically went to open the door for her. "Hi," she said with a sweet smile as she walked in.

"Hey," he said back and was very confused to see her there. "Sorry I woke you up. I came to talk to you actually." She took in his wonderfully charming look again with his black ensemble suit. She began to sit down but Arnav stopped her. "What are you doing?" He asked.

"Uh...I was going to sit." She got back up and awkwardly stood in front of him. "You don't know me. You're not supposed to sit with random people." He said sternly.

Realization dawned on Khushi. So he was still upset about the night before. She chuckled at the thought because he had no reason to be mad at her. "Look, there's really an easy explanation."

"I really don't want an explanation," he said with furrowed eyebrows and moved back to his own seat behind his desk. Just then Sanjana came running in. "Ma'am you need to leave. I'm sorry sir, she barged in. I told her you weren't available."

"Look we're talking. He knows who I am so relax," Khushi said and this time she stood dumbstruck as Arnav shook his head no. "I don't know who she is. Please leave," he said looking at Khushi.

"You're not going to give me a single minute to explain?" She wondered why she was even trying so hard to explain to this guy when she barely even knew him.

"Sanjana, leave." He waited for the girl to leave as she threw daggers towards Khushi and then he turned his eyes back on the undeniably beautiful girl in front of his desk. "I really don't care about what happened. I just don't like...for a lack of a better word...players. While you waited for your boyfriend to come, you could have saved me the trip of embarrassment as you both flirted and ignored me. With that said, would you please kindly leave?" He extended his hand towards the door to show her the way out.

Khushi could not believe what was happening right now. It wasn't a big problem, except that he thought she was a fricken player! She let out a little chuckle again, not because it was funny, but simply because she couldn't believe his silly interpretation. With a shake of the head, she left the cabin and quickly made it outside the building, ignoring the death glares from the receptionist.

She sat in her car and immediately took her phone out to send an SMS Mohan. "Your favorite business tycoon is fricken stupid. I take back my word from earlier; I like my life just as it is. No one deserves my beautiful personality."

She got a reply from Mohan after a moment with nothing else but "LOL."

*****

Arnav went home to his penthouse and turned on the TV in the kitchen as he prepared food for himself. He switched it to the news channel and was half listening to it when he heard a familiar voice and his head snapped up. His food dropped from his spoon and he immediately turned up the volume.

"The business of prostitution is a big problem in this country but it is our priority to capture the culprits and bring justice to all the innocent people who are forced and abused into this sick industry. The man we caught last night was an underground don if you will, but now that he is in the hands of law enforcement, he will receive the penalty he deserves. As he is in custody, we will use him to help us track down all his business centers spread out throughout the country and thus we have high hopes of bringing an end to this antic of his that has been going on for far too long. We would like to assure the general public that we will try everything in our power to bring safety and protection to the state of Delhi."

That was Khushi...at a press conference...making a speech...in a police uniform...WHAT THE HELL. Arnav's mind couldn't register all this at once. He continued to watch as she and the guy next to her answered a few of the journalists' questions before leaving.

"Oh bloody hell!" He yelled and suddenly lost appetite of his food. Well this just explained everything.

****

Khushi hauled a young man from a jewelry store and pushed him inside the car. "Let me tell you something easy to follow: don't steal, don't go to jail. But you simply couldn't keep your hands to yourself Sid." Khushi said frowning at him.

"I wouldn't mind grazing my hands over your body." He said with an impish smile. A big figure suddenly took over his view of Khushi. Mohan leaned down to look the boy straight in the eyes. "And I wouldn't mind rearranging you look, so keep your mouth shut otherwise you'll be put in more trouble."

Mohan slammed the door on the guy's face and Deep and Vikram drove the car away. "Mohan, why won't this day end?" Khushi complained and sat down on the curb.

Mohan gave her a look then looked at his watch. He sat down next to her then jokingly poked her head. "It's only been two hours. Seven more hours and we're done for the day."

"I'm just not in a good mood." She said and Mohan sighed in an irrigated way when Khushi got back up and he had to follow her towards the car. "So it's already over with the business tycoon?" He asked.

"There was nothing there to start with! As if he was angry without even listening to what I had to say?! But hey, I don't care."

Mohan looked at her with a raised eyebrow. "I don't!" She exclaimed though deep down she did.

As soon as they got in their car, the dispatcher's voice came through, ordering them off a few blocks down in the neighborhood for street violence. "My favorite!" Khushi said sarcastically and put her glasses on as Mohan drove away.

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Enjoy! Next part will be ARNAV trying to apologize to Khushi. Will she easily forgive him? We'll find out! 😃

Hey guys! One very important question from me if you can all kindly answer please! How much longer would you like me to continue this SS? I'm going to need a "X parts" kind of answer cause I can either finish it in one go by just having Arnav and Khushi make up and that's that, or I can actually continue with the story, therefore continue with their relationship. Pleaseee, answer. 😃

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A Super SS! with a fiery & feisty Khushi.👏

I can't even tell you how much I'm enjoying this. I love Khushi's character and attitude. And poor Arnav. Imagine, turning up at the police station and having to ask for her. I guess she's an Inspector?