Khushi's Revenge - ASR's Seduction Day Two

A family crisis has been declared.

Khushi watches in horror as the entire RM gang peers over the burnt Kheer. Mamiji bellows her caw caw rants and complaints of a conspiracy theory giving Mel Gibson a run for his money. What? Is that a teenie-weenie itsy-bitsy backbone growing on Jeeju Akash? Khushi wishes if Jeeju could just work on his other bone a bit more, things would be great for Payal Jeejee.

Khushi instantly recognizes that ASR has lost some ground and his threats don't carry the same zinger they did before. She decides to mobilize her plan for the day.

Khushi - I should make him miss me. I will go home on some pretext. It might not end up well, but who cares. So he will think I went with Shyamji, BFD. Let him stew. He cannot convict me for the same crime twice.

Khushi wakes up much before the crack of dawn and notices ruefully at her handsome husband who is sleeping like a baby on his resplendent bed, while she breaks her back by the poolside. She rues that his muscled arm, while quite sexy, is completely wasted and unused so far. He looks like a greek god in his Green Nike shirt.

SJ notes with some satisfaction that someone at the PH finally heard her plea to give ASR some normal night clothes. SJ also notes with pain that she has a muscled mass of testosterone equally as impressive as ASR, walking and breathing in her very own house, looking equally handsome in his stubbles, white Adidas-Tee and black track pants, and guess what, he lets SJ sleep in the bed and actually worships the ground she walks. So whatever fantasy SJ was building with ASR, sorry to say, is cracking and crumbling fast. If nothing changes, SJ might just go back to reality.

Khushi leaves RM and lands up at GH. Gupta women don't know what to do with her, so they serve her tea and samosa. Now, SJ has no idea how she will be brought back to RM because half of India Forums has fainted watching the bare display of muscle and T-shirt on ASR and the other half is duking out predictions for tomorrow, working feverishly to find the Zabardast Twist. Meahwhile CVs are raiding the forum for some bright and fresh ideas. Sadly for them, half of bright and exciting FFs have already left India-Forums to find greener pastures of the Blogosphere. CVs, get yourself familiarized with our lovely FF blogs and stop stalling this story, please!!!

SJ must add, ASR's butt got full attention today, thanks to the DOP who knows what to do in order to deflect viewer attention while the CVs frantically try to cobble together a decent story with a TWIST!!! India Forum's Association for Gutter Minds is in full action and someone from Partner-Give me companionship but no s*x is extolling the virtues of Goopee Boohoo, who is getting more attention that this post of SJ, making SJ very angry. Can you just report that topic and come back to putting your real comments here????

So this part of the story will be filled out once we get to see tomorrow's episode. Suffice it to say, khushi will be back at RM with a vengeance.

Lets pick up from the next day'

As ASR cracks his eye open and he is met with a sight that he didn't expect to see in a million years. He notices Khushi standing by the mirror wearing nothing more than a hip hugging petticoat and a wet-in-parts choli, trying to drape herself in a saree. Her hair still wet, is tied in a rough knot on top of her head, wet strands caressing her neck and letting few droplets slide down the curve of her neck. He has an obstructed view of her creamy back, her well-rounded bottom and her lovely shoulder blades that are barely covered by the excuse of a choli.

ASR <thinks> ' What the! Arrrghhh! This is great! This is just f***ing great!! How do I get out of the bed now! Shit, she is a minx of the worst kind.

Just then Khushi turns around giving him a full frontal view of her flat abs and round pert chest. ASR feels a cruel joke being played on him as he watches his pretend-wife pin her saree, completely unaware of the riot she was causing under his blanket. He shut his eyes, with a little crack left open to watch her but not let her know that he was more than awake!

Khushi ' Array! You are awake! Shall I pour you your tea? Please get up and sit here on your favorite green European-Style recliner that we will put to good use someday, and I will pour you some tea.

ASR <shit> ' N..n..no, I'I am ok, I will help myself.

Khushi - Please aaiye na! We will drink tea together.

ASR is about to lash it out when he notices the old-hag peering from her balcony with binoculars. Oh for some privacy!!

Khushi <whispers> ' Mamiji...

ASR nods and to his horror he watches her lean over and give him a peck on his nose, her face warm, a few wet strands leave a wet trail on his muscled biceps and a bit of wetness on his nose.

Khushi ' chaliye jaldi se uthiye. Please get up soon.

ASR ' N..n..no, I am ok, I will help myself

Khushi sighs and decides to go ahead with rest of her morning dressing routine.

Khushi <thinking> ' Is he watching me, yes, yes, he is watching me!!  hey devi maiyya, thank you thank you, he is watching me. Lets see how he deals with this every morning.

Khushi softly hums a love-song as she dries her hair, does her shringar and saunters out the room with a coquettish sway to her hips, while he watches this entire routine, stock still and desperate to hide the "rising" tension undercover.

ASR watches her leave the room and thinks, is this cliched or what? And yet, it's working on me. Gosh! Am I so vulnerable?  I better take care of this or I would be a walking disaster waiting to happen all day.

He throws his cover aside, jumps out of the bed, quickly shuts his bedroom door and gets busy with some "Swayam Rakhrakhav"/"Self-help Maintenance" program. When he comes back to his senses, he feels more under control and in "grip" with his situation.

But the terrace scene flashes through his mind, once more rearing its ugly head, and reminding him of his running saga of hurtful past, his solemn duty to his sister and his revenge on his BIL.

ASR feels guilty that the terrace scene only flashed once through his mind this morning. What was happening to him? He needs to remember it more frequently. He promised himself to do a better job of replaying his running saga of hurtful past, his solemn duty to his sister and his revenge on his BIL in a constant loop.

As Khushi walks out of the room, she hears the door slam shut behind her. She smiles with satisfaction

Khushi ' Theer nishanay pe lag gaya! The bullet found its mark!