Shenanigans Of An Imp

chapter five

It wasn't that Kim did not like being appreciated by the opposite sex. She loved getting covert glances and full blown stares here in London. It wasn't like back home.

There she would have speed away or at the most retaliated if people were around. Her mother had drummed it into her not to retaliate if she was alone in an alley and was either teased or followed. She had become so used to holding her keys between her fingers when she was alone, as self defense, that the first time she did not have them when she was walking around the community center she felt like there was something missing.

It had taken a long time to know the difference between the looks men gave her. Now she knew when it was appreciative and when leery. She had been vary of men since the time she had hit puberty. After all she did get grouped when she was thirteen, by an old man in a post office. She had felt so disgusted by that, that she wore lose clothing mostly, never spoke to strange men and always had an icy look. It had become second nature to her.

It had taken a lot of self realization and a lot of help from her friends to be not just comfortable the way she was but also to be confident.

Then after nearly four years of not being ogled she found herself being under the smoldering look of a really really hot guy! Yes she had seen his movies, was a part of his huge fan following, whistled during his shirtless scenes and followed him on social media. She wasn't a stalker, she was a die hard movie buff. And Carl Bhatia was not bad as an actor or even bad looking. She was not used to dealing with a man's complete attention. She was used to being ignored by men. When she did get noticed she never felt flustered the way she did when she was around Carl. There was a silent challenge in his eyes that she wanted to accept! She always did her best to curb her impulsive behavior but around him it just wanted to be let out. After all she had married RJ on an impulse rather than love.

She had married RJ only to be his beard. He did not come out to his parents as he belonged to a orthodox family. His family did not believe in falling in love with someone from the same sex. He had seen how his cousin had been ostracized when he had come out.

RJ was a complete mama's boy and the only reason he had brought Kim home to his parents as his wife was so that his parents would stop throwing girls at him. He was not just a successful producer, but also the heir to a large textile industry back in his hometown. No one except a few people knew they were married and even fewer knew the truth about their marriage.

She knew the day her parents found out the truth she could try all she wanted to explain but it would only fall on deaf ears. She definitely wasn't looking forward to that day. Trying her best to ignore a very handsome face coming in her mind she tossed and turned the night away.

The next morning she was on her phone with her mother having the same argument that she had every time they spoke. "No ma I won't meet him!! I don't want to get married, that's why! No I don't like girls. No ma I swear I don't like anybody!! Ma would you please listen to what I'm saying" exclaimed Kim, frustration evident in her voice. She had opened her room and had walked out with her wet hair in a towel and was wearing nothing but her black underwear, bra and a white mid thigh slip, that clearly showed off her chocolatey skin.

She did not look at the kitchen area for if she did, she would have seen her best friends, her husband and four movie stars with a very amused looking older lady looking at her with shocked expressions. Samaira tried getting Kim's attention but Kim being engrossed in the argument with her mother just waved her off.

She stood on a stool pushing a cabinet open that was used for storage and was pulling out a pair of heels. On normal days what she was doing wouldn't have looked so provocative but since her slip was white it showed of every curve and dip that Kim usually would have wanted concealed. Since her hair was up you could make out the delicate slope of her neck and back as well.

"Mama I won't promise anything. Would you please stop!! I haven't even met the guy. He could be a rapist, kidnapper or even a serial killer!! You basically are setting me up with some stranger! You like him because when you met him he was on his best behavior! I am basically his green card!! No I won't stop because you know I'm right!! Ma, bye!" Her patience almost used up Kim hung up on her mother. She had

removed her towel and was finger combing her hair when she turned to find her worst nightmare come alive in front of her.

She was nude in front of her husband and his crew and was rooted to her spot. She could feel a blush start from her cheeks spread down to her chest. All she wanted at that moment was that the ground open up and swallow her rather than move any side.

She saw Carl doing a slow perusal of her from head to toe and that made her straighten her shoulders, put on her icy facade and raising her eye brow at him  told her friends " you guys did not tell me we had guests or else I'd be dressed. I'm getting late so please do excuse me" saying that she left the kitchen with a polite smile.

In her room she held a pillow to her mouth and moaned her frustration. She got dressed in record time and mumbling a quick bye ran down the stairs. She did not look up too see Carl look at her get in the red sedan for if she did she was sure she'd die of embarrassment.

Looks like Carl is enjoying tormenting Kim a little more than required. What happens when he gets a taste of his medicine?
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