Chapter 68 : Next time!!
Chapter 68 : Next time!!
Note: This is the second chapter toady... As promised I will release third chapter in the evening.
The class continued after the lunch break. Das focus on the black board as the new lecturer is watching with strange glances towards Das and Sheela who sat in the last bench. The lecture was seriously thinking about Why Sheela is sitting beside Das that too on the last bench.
Das also looking back at the lecture with straight face and serious look as an answer to the lecturer's crooked thinking. The lecturer stopped paying attention to Das after seeing his serious face.
While Das was on a silent war with the lecturer… Sheela was checking messages in the school group on her brand-new iPhone.
"Are you not going to focus on the lecture?" Das asked as he patted on her thigh. Instead of getting angry, Sheela passed on her mobile to Das.
"Look!... at what you did!!!... you made me look like a bad girl in the entire campus." Sheela said in a complaining tone. Das took the mobile from her hands and starting reading the messages.
"Why are they cursing me...?" Das asked while reading the latest messages in the chat.
"Look at the pinned photo you idiot." Sheela said with frustrated expression. Das tapped on the pinned photo at the top corner. He got baffled after seeing the picture.
Someone posted the intimate photo of Das pinching the cheeks of Sheela. The photo is definitely taken from a good angle as the scene of their noses touching each other is clearly visible in the picture.
After staring at the picture for a moment… he checked for the person who posted this picture. But it was an anonymous post.
"Why they are cursing only me...?" Das asked innocently as he continued to read the messages one by one.
"Because you are the one who forced me into that position." Sheela replied in an impatient tone.
"Should I find the person who posted it and delete the picture?" Das asked in a low voice.
"That's no use… already everyone saw this picture."
"Then I will announce that it is a photo shop picture." Das looked at Sheela in a questioning way.
"Do that picture look like a photo shop. You moron… look how close we are… our noses are touching each other." Sheela said in a mad tone.
"I'm really sorry…" Das said, ignoring her mad cursing.
"Don't say sorry. Next time, look around before making these stupid mistakes." Sheela replied in a hissing tone. Das took a moment before understanding her words.
"Wait!... what do you mean by next time!!!..." Das looked at Sheela with an amazed look. Sheela turned her face away covering her smile with both hands.
"What are you two discussing…?"
"Nothing." Both Das and Sheela replied simultaneous to the lecturer question.
After that they acted like nothing happened as the lecturer is looking at them with a doubtful look. Under the bench, Sheela is holding the left hand of Das with her right hand while writing the notes with her left hand.
A small grin appeared both of their faces as their hands started gripping each other tightly. A wide range of rumours started spreading about Sheela and Das, acting more intimately inside the class room.
As the time moved faster than usual the afternoon classes completed faster and Das got ready leave for the brothel business.
"Das, wait... Tomorrow afternoon I'm going to a movie. Would you like to come with me?" Sheela asked hesitantly. Das thought for moment before agreeing to her request. Sheela gave a sweet smile to his approval. Unknowingly they both started liking each other.
After coming out of the class room, Das started his journey towards the happy house on his Enfield. But he was in the middle of the drive… his mobile started buzzing inside his pant pocket.
"Come to my home. My father is asking for you." Luna said from the other end of the phone call. Das immediately took a U-turn and began riding towards the Malabar Mountain area.
Das reached the Reddy family villa at six O'clock in the evening. While walking towards the main building, Das saw Ember, the chief minister daughter and Richard sitting on outside lawn. They were enjoying evening snacks and tea while chatting with each other.
Das continued to walk towards the villa, ignoring the scene of this love pair.
"Richard, isn't he the servant who made a big scene last night…?" Ember asked while staring at Das.
"Yes, he is the same idiot who challenged twenty thousand crores with the Shetty family." Richard replied as he picked up a biscuit from the table.
"Then why did he walked away without even greeting you…?" Ember asked with questioning look. Richard did not know what to answer for that question. Das never greeted him from the beginning.
"Leave it… one way or another… he is the reason for our marriage. So, I let him loose." Richard replied trying to satisfy Ember with his response.
"Hmmhh… Richard we should never let our servants to behave like this. They should know how to respect their master. Next time when we see that minion… I will teach him a lesson." Ember commented with her gnashing teeth.
She was really upset about Das behaviour as he insulted her during yesterday night in front of all the guests.
Just as Das entered inside the villa… Luna came walking opposite to him.
"Das, father is in a meeting with some important people. So, let's wait for some time." Luna said as she carrying a bundle of papers in her hands.
"By the way where are you going with these many papers?" Das asked with a questioning look.
"These are the asset papers sent by chief ministers. He wants to transfer these assets on to my brother's name. Richard needs to sign on these papers." Luna replied with a sweet smile.
I saw your brother on the out side lawn… let's go together." Das said as he took the large bundle from Luna's hands. Luna followed him happily while chatting about his day.
Note: As a responsible Author, I'm saying sorry to Richard before he become a cuckold... I'm sorry for you Richard. You should have married some descent girl. :-(
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