Chapter 4 :
Some months back.
It was a sunny day. Arnav gritted his teeth and entered the shopping mall which was located in centre of the city. One side the never ending heat, the other side overly populate Mumbai crowd and traffic, honking and the cars and buses moving slowly in snail jet speed.
He was overly frustrated and entered the mall to get a blazer on asap basis, as he had to meet a new client on asap basis. The client would leave India in few hours.
Suresh informed this on the phone and the car roaming Pune without any blazer hanging, Arnav decided he would take a new one instead of wasting time to reaching office or home to get one. After all he was Mr. Arnav Singh Raizada, presentation of him and his firm mattered a lot.
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A bunch of young kids, had bunked the college and come to the mall. This was not the first time. Anytime they would hang around the multiplexes, today for a change on boys insistence, the gals had joined them together to watch birds, ya ya... Boys for fresh breed of birds and gals for boys. The time changes, today's generation, they were fast and very furious and fun was all over their blood.
She was in her denim jeans, on her knees and little above her knees but little below her upper thigh, the pant being slit and showing her flawless skin playing peekaboo game. The slits were on her back side of the jean too, revealing her back side of her slender legs, displaying a tear in the open black sky. Today's trend, Rags became the trend.
Her hair left free, longer touching till her waist, streaked with burgundy, copper and gold, in various places, tresses portraying the color of five elements of mother earth. A single earing hanging which had feathers in it poking till her nipple of her marvellous breast. Her top portion of the body covered with a sports bra in black color inside and a denim jacket for name sake sitting and settled on her body, fitting her body perfectly.
Oops the main thing, her mid waist bare just below from her battling breast till the flat abdomen which made the whole public notice her tiny, teeny attitude roughy , fiery lady. The navel of hers was different. Why?. The navel pierced and tiny pin hanging in mid. The waist giving a new name for the golden slim chain dangling and dancing above her jeans belt loops, her eyes very mischevious, her eyebrows, yes one of the eyebrow again hooked up with a tiny bell shaped pin , a red lipstick on her lips not suiting the season nor the dress, but showing her all trendy as upto latest collections of Manish sharma.
In her high heel boots, she walked along with her friends, with a cross bag which held, some books or scribbling pad or god knows may be dirty cds or po*n books. Oh.. one more thing. A tutu on her hip, like the ballerinas dress which hung loose above her jean, with a layer of a frill, giving perfect rhythm, as on and off, or up and down, or 1 and 2 while swaying her naughty hips and walking , while her pretty ass shaking as the latest video of shakira.
All the general public's eyes were settled on this lady, lovely lady, sexy lady, sexy siren or sexy vixen.
Her speech told her confidence level. She was a never give up gal. Full of arrogance, fiery and feisty. Money spoke a lot from her hands. The gossips uttered, assured that she was bred up in city, well educated. Her bunch of friends told all belonged to richest of riches as all were having a rado watch, or a high end mobile or the belts having a tag of Gucci.
Among thousands of people one was watching at those eyes, that navel which had the navel ring. Now she turned her view showcasing her back side of her physical anatomy.
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He fell flat then and there. f**king what was that he was seeing. A Tattoo on her end of the spine, hitting above the pant. A smallest line of the lace of her silky netted red panty wanting to come out any time. Oops he fell flat then and there, by seeing this animated creature. Creature of beauty from heaven to be ravished and eaten raw. Made for him, to be relished by him, to be ravished by his mouth, the tongue, the lips, the long hands, the fingers. OMG.
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