ArHi - Devil wears a Smile - Ch7 - Pg7 - 31/7

Khushi Kumari Gupta was not just a name. She was a force. Her soft melodious voice reverberated through the corridors of power in the fashion world. On any normal workday she wore nothing but a plain silk cotton saree with a kanjeevaram blouse. But her plain looks belied the razor sharp intelligence of her mind and her fiercely wild killer instinct. She had not only survived and but also thrived in an industry where men made all the rules. Mostly because she just didn't give a fakking damn.

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Here are the first couple of chapters.

Chapter 1 - Devil wears Khushi

It was a day like any other for Khushi Kumari Gupta. Her schedule was simple. She worked from 9-9, six days a week and did not do any household chores. She left that to the domestic help. She stayed in a modest home in a integrated secluded township where all of her routine was a stone's throw away. She drove a Fortuner to work, her only car.

Her mother Garima was a stickler for routine given she was a single mom herself. She cooked strictly because she believed she was the only one who knew Khushi's food tastes. Theirs was a really compact existence. Which would surprise anyone who would look at them because they were supposed to be super successful people. In an economy driven by power, greed, pomp, show, ceremony and black money, they were almost like hermits.

But this day something different happened. Their doorbell rang at 8 AM. Which in itself was not a great event. Doorbells keep ringing all the time. This was different because Khushi usually muted the doorbell early in the morning. She did not want to be disturbed before she was ready to face the world.

Hence Garima checked the cctv by the door a bit jarred. She saw a tall, dusky, beautiful woman asking for Khushi.

She opened the door and then happened to recognize the woman.

"Omg, Lavanya bete! I almost didn't..."

"I know right! It has been so long. I am here from Delhi on work and thought why not drop by and see Khushi."

Garima got her guest seated with the usual pleasantries. They chatted for a while about how nice the house was, the township was idyllic, coffee is awesome. Blah, blah, blah, whatever a young lady yaps to an elderly lady when they meet after a while.

Then Khushi walked in. Lavanya stood up slowly as if gearing up to give a standing ovation.

For people who are seeing Khushi for the first time, here would most likely be their impression.

Long foaming wave paused when it is struck by lightning. And then the rest revealed in slow motion. 0.005x speed.

May be it was the subtle shade of dark blue dyed into her long straight beautiful hair or her flawless pearl white complexion. Or may be even her smile which never seemed to draw any lines on her face except the mouth. Lavanya's couldn't decide what it was that rendered her speechless.

It wasn't beauty. It was art.

It was the devil itself teasing the whole world to dare.

To dare try and figure out what was it that was captivating in its dark quality.

And this was no exaggeration. Khushi Kumari Gupta was staggering.

Lavanya didn't remember Khushi as being so breathtaking. But again Lavanya like all others didn't remember Khushi from before at all.

"Holy Fakk!", was all Lavanya could mutter under her breath. This was just ridiculous.

Lav "I am sorry. Let me catch my breath. I barely recognize you. Where is the Chamkili that the entire class knew?"

Khushi laughed.

Lav "Shit I remember you had forgotten to dress for a fancy dress party and still won the prize for it. Where is that girl?"

Yes, where was that girl indeed?

Chapter 2 - Cupid wears a lungi

Arnav Kumara Ranna was a farmer.

A rich farmer, ok very rich farmer. He used the latest and greatest in technology to produce a fruitful yield. On and off the field. TV101 featured him in a special edition as a model example to those farmers in India who lost hope and took extreme steps. To show them that it was possible to take up farming as a profession and produce an income to not only sustain themselves but also the future generations to come.

Arnav's workday was in the lap of mother nature. Amidst the sea of flowers, vines and saplings he grew, his dress stood out as being white hot. Consisting of a white linen shirt and a lungi tied to his waist to navigate the fields. And runner shoes to tough out the terrain. He was tall and handsome. Albeit a bit dark because he spent most of his waking hours outdoors.

It was a mystery to all girls who saw him how his lungi always remained white despite working the fields. To all of their questions he had only one reply,

"Simple. I wear a new lungi everyday!"

Except you can translate his words into a vernacular language of your choice. Because he spoke no English. Atleast not very well.

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