ArHi FF: Love and Other Four Letter Words DSCNTD - Page 9

i just loved the update

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Part 4:

A striking man walked in the room. His sleeves were rolled up, and his sharp, striking features piercing through everyone. His gaze flew through, and softened minutely when it landed on his so-called sister.

"Fatima Ahmed!"

His booming voice broke the silence that followed him everwhere. She smiled, and ran into his arms. He looked Eesh up and down, and the boy gulped.

"Coldwater? Good taste."

He gulped and stuttered, "T-Thanks, Sir."

Salim Khan nodded in acknowledgement at Azaad, who inclined his head in a half-bow.

As his gaze landed on Shaida, his frown relaxed once more.

"Shahi? Tum aapne Bhai jaan seh nazaar nahi milaogi?"

Shahi? You won't look at your brother?

"Woh.. Actually.. Mujhe laga tha ki'"

Well, Actually' I thought that you

"Were still angry?"

She looked up, fearful.

"I forgive you. But don't do it again!"

His voice emanated the rare power that he possessed.

She ran to his arms.

"Sorry, Bhai jaan!"

He hugged her, briefly, then thought back to when she had been abandoned, to her life before she met them.

She had been the illegitimate child of her s**t mother. Bargained into markets for her very available child body. It wasn't uncommon in Dubai. In fact, it was almost normal. She had been thrust into child prostitution, her body milked for all it was worth before she began menstruating. That day, so many years ago, she had begun her period. The other women, the ones who knew what it would mean hid the fact for an hour, then two. But the squalor they lived in didn't allow for 'days off' so to speak. The woman came in' The one they had to call Malika... She used them too. She found Shaida huddling in a corner, sobbing to herself, from the pain of the cramps. She had proceeded to give her a beating that left her within an inch of life.

"You useless bitch!"

Three blows to the head, the last one causing her to hit her head on the side of the table.

"No good c**t!"

Then kicks, to her abdomen, to her core, to her chest.

"F****ing sl**!"

Then slaps, with callous hands.

Her sobs and wails rent the room with an unnatural melody.

She was then dropped in front of the masjid, with nothing more than a threadbare choli.

Shaida Adham, six year old prostitute, was left to die.

She had stopped crying when feeling left her fingers. They were starting to turn blue. She smiled sardonically, and looked up with more heartbreak in her eyes than a six year old was allowed. She sat then, biding her time, deciding that dying would be better than going back.

The numbness had almost completely taken over when she saw a beautiful woman with uneven yet beautiful brown hair, wearing a sari walk up to her, and hold her hand. She looked into the hazel eyes, and began to close her own. She didn't remember much of that night. When she woke up, her hair had been clean, and free of knots. She was wearing boy's pajamas, and clean underwear, and she had been wrapped in a warm blanket. The woman next to her was wearing a loose, but more practical salwar suit, that had light flower designs on it.

Kurta:

http://www.fabindia.com/intl/clothes-for-women/womens-tunics-kurtas/knee-length-kurtas/womens-cotton-printed-mini-kurta-white-blue-5448.html

She ran her hand over the flower designs, then jumped back when the woman's eyes flew open. She raised her hand, and Shaida whimpered.

"Shh! It's okay' I'm not gonna hurt you!"

Shaida barely understood half of what the mysterious lady was saying, but the soothing tone calmed her down. They talked for the next hour, and Khushi found out that she was an abused child, and that her name was Shaida.

Their trust solidified the next day, when they headed to the doctors. As they walked in, a large woman pushed Khushi aside and kept walking, keeping her hand on her breast for longer than necessary. Khushi jumped aside, affronted. The woman turned around and gave Khushi a leering smile, revealing a mouth yellowed by 'paan' She smiled and dropped her card at Khushi's feet. "In case you're looking for a job, c**t!"

Shaida had begun trembling when the woman came into view. Khushi had pushed her behind herself, out of instinct, and followed her gut, peeking around the corner the woman had disappeared behind. Khushi turned around, and placed her finger on her lips, motioning for Shaida to remain silent. She looked again, and pressed her ear to the wall to listen.

"Listen, you mother f*****g b*****s! I'm looking for a six-year old, black hair, gray eyes, named Shaida! Seen her?"

Everybody in the reception shook their heads, and Khushi's eyes widened when she realized who this woman was. As the woman stormed past her again, She pulled Shaida behind her. Shaida tugged at the bottom of her kurta when the lady disappeared, and whispered a small, "Thank you!" Khushi fell for the girl, and decided that she would protect her from every possible harm then.

"Koi nahi! Tum to meri beti ho, hena Arnaaz?"

This was said louder than necessary, and as realization dawned on the girl's face, she smiled, and Khushi was momentarily blinded by the white teeth.

"Haan Mumma! Chalte hain!"

They went to the appointment Khala Jaan had set up, and were unaware of a keen pair of eyes following their every move.

Salim shook his head gently, and disentangled himself from Shaida's embrace.

"We need to leave, Zilai is getting picked up."

The last part was directed at Azaad, who was trying hard to look nonchalant, and failing miserably. When Zilal's name was mentioned, he stood up straight, and then corrected himself.

"We'll have to go in two cars. Azaad, you'll go with the luggage, and then when we meet Zilal, she'll be in that car. I trust you aren't high?"

He smiled, that devilish grin, and saluted Salim Bhai, the spring in his step evident to everyone in the room.

They shook their heads at the foolishness he displayed.. He was obviously in love with her'

Salim and Shalen worked together to load the trunk'

Azaad was texting furiously on his phone, letting Aamir know they were about to leave..

Aamir woke up in India, groggy, and confused, to the sound of his phone'

He smiled at the text, and then jumped.. They would be here soon! Arrangements would need to be made.

Slamming his lithe frame into his mama's door, he shouted a good morning and headed on to his morning run.

He stopped at the Rose Gardens, standing in front of the huge dome that captivated him since he was a child.

"It's beautiful, Chacha!"

He craned his neck to get a better view' That sexy voice was not escaping'

He looked around, and when he saw no one following him, began to climb the hill.

Her back was to him, but her beautiful flowing hair swung lightly in the breeze, and the layers were definetly exported..She spun around, her beautiful brows crinkled in confusion, and her eyelids obstructing his view.

"But why? How could you live like this?"

"They did, meri bachi, they did! Ab chalo, we have to walk a little. Aur haan, no more talking in English! You need to look like you're one of them!"

She laughed, a child's laugh, full of unbridled glee and mischief.

"Chacha, what was that? Aap ne bhi abhi abhi English mehi to bola?"

He laughed, resting his hands on his ample stomach.

"Beta! You know what I mean!"

"Yes sir!"

She finally looked at him, and Aamir knew in that second that he was a goner.

Shaida boarded the plane first. Zilal and Azaad were at a truce of sorts, not talking, yet acknowledging each other's presence in a way that was not hostile, yet not friendly. Shalen and Eesh walked in next, openly flirting with the air hostess. Then came Salim Bhai, who caused the air hostess to gulp, and unconsciously run her tongue over her lips. He was wearing a loose kurta, and his biceps were clearly visible as he held his bag. She bent down, and gave him a clear view of her ample cleavage..

He smirked, and put a hand out to help Khushi.

"Begum, tumhara seat waha pe hain' Tum jao aur beto, Me baas abhi aata hoon!"

Sweetheart, your seat is over there. Go and sit. I will join you in a moment.

"Woh.. Um.. I didn't know!"

"Don't assume things, sweetie.. You could get in trouble' Now go! Shoo!"

The waitress stood there for a moment in utter shock. She wasn't sure whether it was more the fact that she had been rejected or told to shoo'

Meanwhile, in Delhi'

The girl in front of him was dressed in a salwar kurta of sorts, but her hair was tucked behind her ears, letting him see her piercings. She shifted uncomfortably with the dupatta in her hands, and he caught a glimpse of a tattoo.

Oh! So she's a badass! This will be fun!

"Chacha ji! Let's go! Bhaijaan will be waiting there'"

She gave him a contemptuous look, and he fell more in love. Her brown eyes were piercing, and she was tan, not fair. Then he realized what she had said. "Bhaijaan."

Oh shit! And muslim too?

He shook his head and began to run, deciding the exercise would clear his head. After five minutes, he took of his shirt, which was drenched in sweat, earning him many appreciative looks.

He heard someone scream in the distance, and dismissed it as part of his imagination. As the screams began to grow louder, he stopped and ran in their direction.

He saw the same girl, trying to fight off a group of 'gundas', and her uncle lying unconscious on the ground.

He pushed her aside gently, trying to not touch her skin.

"Tu sale chutia! Jhaant ke juye! Tumhe kya lagta hain? Tum aise karoge Salim Bhai ki behen ke saath? Ja kute!"

Insult! Insult! What did you think? You will be able to do all this with Salim Bhai's sister? Leave, bas***d!

He punched the few men that were still standing and smiled in appreciation.

He turned around, expecting the girl to be with her uncle. But her nose was next to his, and her glare unforgiving.

"I expect you want payment now? A good long f**k should do?"

He held a hand up, lest she continue.

"I did what any man with balls would. Now, if you'll excuse me, Memsahib, I need to go."

She was left with her mouth open, staring off to where the mysterious man had disappeared.

He headed home to take a shower, and head to the airport.

Half an Hour later..

He stood with a sign, wearing something like this:

http://www.express.com/must-have-looks-1527/control/page/12/show/3/index.ens

He saw Salim Bhai approaching, wearing this:

http://www.bargello.com/Style+K356-348-Kurta+Suits-323-7064.htm

Behing him was Khushi:

Imagine a simple black salwar suit...

Then came Shaida:

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http://www.charlotterusse.com/product/index.jsp?productId=12934669&cp=4078198.4238873

http://www.ferragamo.com/webapp/wcs/stores/servlet/TopCategories_31150_35551#/product/27665/6148914691233376015/500729

Then Fatima:

http://www.ferragamo.com/webapp/wcs/stores/servlet/TopCategories_31150_35551#/product/27665/6148914691233376015/500729

http://www.zumiez.com/brands/obey/obey-girls-vandal-crew-charcoal-sweatpant.html

http://www.zumiez.com/vans-girls-authentic-lo-pro-pewter-shoe.html

Then Shalen:

http://www.express.com/must-have-looks-1513/control/page/8/show/3/index.ens

Then Eesh:

http://www.express.com/must-have-looks-1540/control/page/3/show/3/index.ens

Then Azaad:

http://www.zumiez.com/guys/t-shirts/diamond-supply-mined-over-matter-charcoal-tee-shirt.html

http://www.zumiez.com/guys/shorts/free-world-fink-khaki-ripstop-cargo-shorts.html

http://www.zumiez.com/shoes/guys-shoes/volcom-recliner-creedler-black-sandals.html

Then Zilal:

http://www.express.com/ikat-print-drop-shoulder-dress-45607-683/control/page/72/show/3/index.pro#jsLink

http://us.christianlouboutin.com/shoes-1/flats/glitz-nappa.html

They stepped out, looking very much the Avenger force, all unaware of a pair of eyes watching every move, Now the fun would begin!

PS ArHI, and high drama in the next update.. The longer ArHi scene is directly proportional to the amount of comments, and the first to comment gets to influence the next chapter, and read it first :D

PPS Since @--Aartz-- was the first to comment, she got to choose that this one would be about Khushi and Shaida's meeting! This will be all!

PPPS And add 'purplekidPMs' for PMs..

PPPS Um' I hope you don't get bored! It is LONG! That's it!:D