A Hundred Flukes

Welcome To Hell

Chapter 12

"I write my own destiny and also write the destinies for those around me. So this is your chance. Tell me, should I pull you up for you to continue your nonsensical life or should I let you go, i.e. wherever you go from here." he said it so coolly as if he were asking her to choose the color to paint her bedroom walls with, 'pink or cream?'

Khushi was smarting under his effrontery. Her pride was enough to kill. "I'd rather die than be saved by you." she cried hoarse.

"Your wish." he loosened his grip on her hand, the smug look never leaving his face. Khushi's heart missed countless beats. She stared below- twelve feet down, that dreadful shining, austere granite. All right, she didn't mean it. Was he really going to throw her?

"I forgot," he said a sly smile coming to his lips, "it's in your disposition to fall."

He let go off her hand. Khushi fell over the ledge, grappling in mid air, her leg hit something and she fell with a thud.

Either the pain she felt was beyond human comprehension or she was already dead because she didn't feel any pain at all. Nothing like she had imagined broken bones to feel like. At. All. She felt a sticky liquid on her neck towards right, blood perhaps? She scarcely opened an eye and found where she had landed.

Sprawled upon a neat deck of paper cartons, she had her right ear, right shoulder and neck smudged with turquoise wall paint. She barely lifted her gaze, ten feet above her (two feet subtracted because of the height of the cartons) stood the tall frame of Arnav Singh Raizada, that unequivocally detestable smirk wide on his handsome face. For once she wouldn't notice how that smirk enhanced his handsomeness, all she wanted was scratch all the features from his face and dunk his head into that wall paint bucket that lay on her side, responsible for spoiling her favorite dress.

Satisfied, ASR stepped back in his chamber and shut closed the pseudo glass wall. He went back to his table, opened his apple computer and resumed his work. Not a crease on his forehead. Nothing, that could suggest that he had just dropped a girl from the first floor of his office.

Khushi heard a muffled laughter among the workforce as they all went back to their work, afraid that their employer might shout their heads off if he didn't find them in place, at the moment. Even those who felt sorry for her couldn't dare to come near her. Tears rushed out of her eyes. Tears of humiliation, insult, indignation.

Manju came rushing to her, so did Lavanya. She knew her boyfriend could be unpredictable at times but this was totally uncalled-for. She threw Khushi a glance and ran upstairs.

"I know you saw the boxes ASR, but you didn't have to throw her like that." she said entering his cabin. He didn't look up from his screen. Right, she realized he was pissed at the girl for some reason and she would not defend Glitters at the cost of her beau. "Well I guess that was pretty cool what you did." she said suddenly, flashing her gorgeous dimples as she seated herself in an armchair opposite him, "I myself couldn't tolerate the thought of a girl like that, anywhere near you, let alone your cabin."

He looked up this time, "Lavanya, discussing an idiot isn't worth my time. Can I have the Park's report."

"Sure." she said getting up.

"Wait. I think I need to know, who got that girl appointed in this office at first place." he said looking straight into Lavanya's eyes.

Lavanya shuddered. He already had the answer. "Ace....I mean....I think...."

"You know whats your problem, you waste a lot of time thinking, than actually answering." he said sternly.

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