The ferocious thunder outside had Khushi jumping every now and then. She stood in the kitchen against the old counter top, her hand moving in circles, dropping the batter into the hot burning oil. Jalebis never failed to soothe her. She recalled the times when her mother use to make her Jalebis whenever she was angry, upset or just out of mood. She was delighted as the sweet, delicious Jalebi touched her tongue. Another thunder resounded and a chill ran down her spine. She murmured some silent prayers and continued with her Jalebis. Khushi Kumari Gupta was of no one but herself. She had no family to look upon. But despite that, she made friends in moments. No one could elope the angelic charms of the beautiful lady. Never did she felt unfortunate for being isolated in the world. She made her own little world that contained nothing but happiness.
She jumped again, but this time, it was no thunder. It was someone knocking on her door. Knocking would be an understatement, it was someone pounding on her door. She quickly turned of her stove and walked to the living room frowning. No one really visited house except Payal, her best friend. But Payal had extra keys, so she never knocked. Khushi looked through the keyhole, but all that met her eyes was the darkness outside. She opened the door and cautiously stepped out. The eerie silence gave her some unknown jitters. She looked around, but found no one. She bit her lip thinking. She shrugged and went back inside. Locking the door. She was about to turn around when a hand clamped over her mouth. By the feel of it, she knew it was a man's hand. She squirmed, and panicked. Trying to loosen his grip, she even jumped a little.
"Shh! Don't you dare make any noise!" She heard the alluring husky voice. She froze, her eyes wide. When she didn't move for some moments, she felt his grip loosen a bit. She took the chance and whirled her hand, aiming an inadequate blow on his face. She saw him stumble back, leaning on one side due to the force of her hit. She stared at the face in front of her. The quintessential structure of his face rolled a shiver down her spine. She felt captivated by his honey brown eyes that changed momentarily, from anger, to amusement, to confusion, and finally setting back to anger. His jaw tight, his teeth clenching setting a shape. This charismatic man looked nothing more than trouble.
Who the hell do you think you are? Getting into my house and then attacking me?" She shouted. "Oh my god! Are you some kind of a raper?" She continued, her eyes larger by words.
"What the?" He exclaimed frowning.
"Don't you dare come near me! I know Kara-" Khushi was cut off by his hand on her mouth again, the other hand encircling her waist. She wiggled under his hold, but he tightened his grip around her waist, stopping her every movement.
"I don't want to hear anything escape your mouth now! Keep quiet and do as I say!" He hissed. Her eyes widened. "And I am not a raper! At least not until you do as I say." He added. He moved away his hand again. Eyes still in start. "Nothing!" He said with finality in his voice when he saw her starting to say something. She bit her lip and nodded vigorously. For a moment she saw his eyes soften, but it was such a crack that she wondered if she imagined it. The next instant he took hold of her wrist and dragged her over to the only window in the room. He slowly opened the locked window and peeked through it. The rain drops started splashing against his face as he tried to figure out what was going on outside. She waited.
"Don't you have a better place to look outside during rain?" He asked moving back and shaking his head. He shut the window again. A few wet tendrils falling over his forehead. She frowned but kept quiet. He was about to say something when they heard someone knock on the door, making Khushi jump for the tenth time tonight. She saw his eyes blazing at the door. He walked over to the door, and blood rushed back to Khushi's wrist. He looked through the old keyhole and frowned. He looked down thinking and than looked at her.
"Look i don't..."
"Shh!" He hissed, cutting her off. Within an impulse he was next to her. "Go open the door and when they ask you about me, say you haven't seen anyone around." He said, his tone demanding. She began to protest but the fire in his eyes was that of a Sun million miles away, setting an unknown feeling at the pit of her stomach. She slowly walked over to the door, looking back at him every now and than.
"Yes? Can I help you?" She said opening the door. She was facing a man in his late twenties. His face harsh and his hair spiked up. The blue eyes gave him a dark look in the terrorizing weather. He surveyed her for a moment before finally talking in a rough voice.
"Have you seen anyone around here? A man in his early twenties probably? He was wearing a black urban suit." To his reply, Khushi pretended to think.
"I have been locked in my house since afternoon sir, I apologize but I do not remember to have seen anyone of such description around." She finally answered. The guy left a heavy sigh and smiled. It wasn't a genuine smile, it was a smile that would give you creeps. She managed to smile back before locking the door. As soon as she locked the door her hand went to her heart. She was shivering, more than because of being wet, it was because of the feeling that the stranger gave her. At the thought of stranger, she slooked over at the stranger she must deal with now.
"Who the hell do you think you are? First you enter my house without my permission, than you order me to go out and talk to some creepy dude?" She yelled at him. She saw him sigh.
"Look, I didn't mean to trouble you, I just had to do this." He said.
"You had to do this? Really? Is that all you got to explain?" She shouted again. His eyes were back to anger again and she straightened.
"I am going to stay here for another ten minutes, even if it is against your wish. And we never meet again. If you want, I will pay you. Five thousand for every minute." He said. She looked at him angrily. But than thought about it.
"Ten." She said slowly. He frowned. "Ten thousand!"
"What the?" He said for the second time that night. She shrugged. "No! Ten thousand rupees for a freaking minute? You must be kidding me!"
"Well, in that case," Khushi trailed off and walked over to the door. She was about to open it when he held the hand that barely touched the door and turned her around. Her back slammed against the door and she hissed.
"Ten thousand it is." His husky voice sent chills down her spine.
She wondered if she should sit back and wait for this stranger to leave her alone, or continue making her Jalebis. She chose the second option.
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