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Flying in and out today. Lots to do, grrr cricket ka match, PT meeting, and also IF addiction...

PART 16 A

Raoul was happy to hear Shaan agree to drop her off. He protests fell on deaf ears.

Shaan had said a short "Lets go!" digging in his laptop case for his keys.

He clicked something on his keyless device. The car beeps multiple times and clicks.

There are things lying on the passenger seat, CDs, water bottle, newspapers, gum, sunglasses.

Shaan: Sorry! This is my brother's car. Nothing seems to be working on it. We are back to the 19^th century, listening to CDs (laughs derisively)

She leans on the trunk and watches him empty the seat and dump it all carelessly in the back seat, he straightens, holds the door open for her "You can leave your bags in the back seat if you like"

Khanak "Really? Hope its OK" (smiles at him)

Despite them not talking with each other, he is quite taken aback by that smile

Shaan: I think so! (smiles partially)

She places her bag and purse carefully on the floor and slides into the front passenger seat.

Her chiffon skirt spills over outside, he goes to shut the door, "Your skirt" gently lifts it off the pavement and tucks it in :"Its ruined I think" concerned at the edge being muddied.

Khanak: That's OK……. I can wash it, its pretty low ( "maintenance" shuts up before she shares any more about her fetish for fabric care) Thanks!

He shuts the door and walks around the front to seat himself, pushes a button and the car roars into life.

The car is huge so there is no brushing or rubbing of any sort…….. his scent envelops her instead, her heart rate gathers momentum and takes off before the car does.

He places a hand on her back rest to reverse out of the lot, the armed guards at the gate nod, Shaan smiles in return and waits for a cement laden truck to worm its way in….. before stepping on the gas making a left turn out.

They don't say a word to each other, no car radio playing. To any person watching them it would feel like they just had a monumental argument.

Until he breaks it with "So pink is your fave color?"

She is inside her aloof shell, staring out her window

K: sorry?

Realizes his question, "No! its not (why would you say that?" tone) Its blue"

Shaan: So you were flirting with him then? (angry)

It suddenly strikes her what he is talking abt, by the window on the 25^th floor with Aman

Khanak: I was just teasing him (defensive)

Shaan: Do you meet often? (blunt)

Khanak: No! (honest) I am not sure what you are trying to imply.

Shaan: Nevermind.

Khanak: I know this much be too much of a bother to you, You should just drop me off at the nearest station.

He speeds a little in defiance

Shaan: You would love that wont you? Would help you solidify the rotten opinion you have of me (accusing)

Khanak: I have no opinion of you. You are just upset that you couldn't be at Jazz by what ever

Shaan: Khanak. I said I was OK. I don't do anything I don't want to (firm)

Khanak: I have no idea then whats making you so upset

Shaan: For some one that happens to know it all, you can pretend to be clueless when you want to.

Khanak: Ofcourse I know it all. I know you have a LOW opinion of everything that does not match up to your class. (shrieks)

He pulls over and slams on the brakes.

Shaan: WHAT?

Khanak: You think because I don't dress like the average 20 something (idiots you hang out with) I am incapable of doing my job?

Shaan: Oh! You are capable alright! I saw by the window (sneers)

Khanak: I love my husband!

Shaan: That's the second time I have heard that in 6 hours Khanak! ("never want to hear that again" tone)

Khanak: That's the truth!

Pause as both fume silently

Khanak: Please drop me off at the station around the corner (chafing)

Shaan: If you happen to be so in love with your husband saying my name shouldnt be a bother (silky) You havent.. ONCE in the past two months I will drop you at the station when you say my name Khanak.