trouble Chapter 9

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The next day both of them woke up early..While Anjali went to the kitchen to cook spaghetti for both of them, Tia was sitting on the bed..flipping through the pages of the newspaper, still in daze.

Anjali brewed tea later on and they both enjoyed a cup of tea, some casual gossip adding to the flavour.Soon Tia got engaged in a phone conversation with her husband,so Anjali decided to bath,having eaten her breakfast.She went to her room, unrobed as she casually strolled into the bathroom.

The warm water gushing out from the faucet soothed her skin and all her muscles felt relaxed.She used her favorite strawberry scented foaming shower gel to clean herself and massaged her fingers through her hair slowly as she washed it with a silk n shine shampoo.After scrubbing herself thoroughly,she rinsed her body under the shower.She proceeded to drying herself off with a towel, and applying her usual peach and cremè body lotion.As she emerged out of the bathroom in a bathrobe, she checked herself out in the mirror...I look sexy ..she winked at herself as she blow dried her hair.Today it took her more than half an hour to bath and dress.She finally decided on a multicolored kurti top and white leggings.It looked a bit girlish but it was something different from the usual pant shirt combination.She even put on metallic bangles and earrings which matched her outfit.Now as she was ready and it was Tia's turn to bath and freshen up, Anjali glanced through the weekly health magazine to spend her time.Tia took a shorter time to come out, and she was dressed in Anjali's embroidered tunic top and jeans.

Anjali packed tiffin for both of them, and they left for office.In the office , they parted ways as Tia went to her cubicle and she to hers.Anjali had recieved numerous mails so she planned to checked them before doing anything else.Anjali was a blog writer on wordpress..a rather famous one indeed, and it was important for her to go through the mails and comments, which comprised of either appreciation or criticism from her followers.She loved to write and share her experiences and ideologies, her technical knowledge and other random stories through her blog, and currently she had over a million fans.

She was getting bored after half an hour of checking mails, so she decided to switch to her files..especially the one which was waiting to be rectified.She opened the drawer to take it out but didn't find it there.So she got up, and walked to the almirah to look for it.She looked through all the files but couldn't locate it there even.She was astounded..she clearly remembered that she had left it on the desk before leaving office, but now it was nowhere to be seen.She called the peon, to ask whether he had kept it somewhere..but he plainly denied, saying he never entered her room yesterday.

"Then who the fuck got into my room..and took that file? You didn't lock my room?What were you doing? Sleeping? Now move that ass of yours and help me search for it..and stop staring at me.", Anjali snarled at the peon as he gave her a perplexed look.The peon hurriedly started searching everywhere..even under the desk and chairs.

"But ma'm you generally lock your room yourself before leaving..So I didn't check...", he tried to put up an argument after sometime but Anjali shot him a deadly glance so he fell silent and resumed searching.

"What's the commotion about", Sameer asked.Anjali didn't even notice when had he entered.Maybe she had shouted too loudly..and unfortunately Sameer's room was next to hers...so he was bound to hear and interfere.

"I am not getting an important file", Anjali crossed her arms as she spoke.

"Can I help?Tell me its description?", he sounded genuine so Anjali told him it was a thick black coloured file with the label" Sunshine Enterprises Quotation" on it. "And it was confidential.".Anjali added.

Now all three of them were looking for that file..desperately.They hunted each and every corner of Anjali's room..fruitlessly.Anjali had the gut feeling that now they could never find it.It had been stolen.

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