The arrest

Five days later

“Miss. Sharma?” called a voice from the back just as Shreya and her family were entering their home.

“Yes?” she asked as she turned around.

“Officer, how may I help you?” asked Mrs. Sharma when she realized the one who had called was the inspector of this area, who she didn’t like one bit. He was useless, corrupted and she had feud with him.

He was a tall man with a huge paunch and a stashy moustache, probably in his 50s. He was covered in brown uniform and shiny boots.

He walked towards them. He smirked at Mrs. Sharma and then said,“Miss. Shreya Sharma you are under arrest” and raised his hand to show the tinkling hand cuffs.

Shreya’s eyes grew wide and she looked at her mother, confused, afraid and pleading for help.

“For what offence, sir?” asked Shreya’s mum and crossed her arms.

“She is charged with robbery and breach of contract” he stated.

“Robbery? I never robbed anyone” said Shreya.

“That, will be decided by the court. For now..” he tinkled the hand cuffs in the air.

“Mom! I don’t want to go to the police station! I didn’t do anything!” she cried and hid behind her mother.

“Who filed the case?” asked her father, a thin balding man with a bright face. Spectacles covered his beautiful grey eyes and a thin strip of hair sat under his lips. Shreya got her lips from his – the perfect cupid bow, and when he smiled – everyone else followed.

“Mehta Corporation! Whose employment contact your daughter breached.” He turned to her mother and said, “You are a bloody good lawyer, instead of always coming at my throat, shouldn’t you have taught your daughter a thing or two about law?”

“How exactly did she breach the contact, may I ask?”

“No, you may not. I don’t have the bloody day to argue with you woman. If you have questions, come to the station. Hooli! Bring her” he ordered.

Shreya stood behind her mother, stunned. More than her arrest, she was shocked and hurt by who had filed the case. Mehta Corporations, Vansh, her love, the one she had fucked in all possible positions filed a case against her. Why? What did she ever do?

That is why she had stayed away from friendships and relationships. This, this ugly heart break. The betrayal.

Her mom was speaking to her, but she didn’t - couldn’t hear. She was embarrassed. The daughter of the most successful lawyer in the state gets arrested, and for what? For trusting the wrong man.

But what she really wanted to know was, why? Why did he want to arrest her? He was the one who broke up with her, why hurt her even more now?

She walked in a daze as the police officer sat her in his jeep and they drove towards the police station.

The brown building stood behind a brown gate. She walked inside to find herself seated on a brown chair across a brown desk. Why is everything bloody brown in here? She thought, looked down to her hands – cuffed, and ruined her mood even further.

Her shoulders slumped and her eyes watered. She was a good girl, why was she arrested? And now, she was questioning. She took a breath of air, and asked the officer, “Why am I here?”

“I already told you” he answered, ignorant.

“No, what did I rob?”

“Documents”

“I didn’t rob any documents” she protested.

The officer didn’t bother with a reply.

“I didn’t rob any documents” she repeated.

“I heard you the first time, girl”

“Don’t call me girl!”

“Why, you aren’t a girl?” he smirked and pointedly looked down at her breasts.

“Don’t call me a girl in that tone. Like it’s an insult or something” she said, ignoring his vile stare and instead answering the question.

“Ah, shush girl”

“Again! I told you not to…” she screeched but was interrupted mid-way by a voice in the back.

This voice she would know anywhere. A deep, seductive voice that filled her heart with butterflies and her pussy with arousal.

“Shreya” he called.

Idiot. Idoit little pussy, getting wet when he dropped you in this uncomfortable chair and a police station. She ignored his call, and instead repeated her sentence.

“I told you not to..” she started, yet again, she was interrupted. Why don’t people let other people speak?

“Shreya” her boss called again. Ex-boss. Ex-boyfriend too, added her bitchy sub-conscious.

Oh! She is back, she thought, long time no see.

She ignored and started again, “Do not call me….” But again, she was interrupted by his call.

“If you interrupt me again, I’m going to kill you” she shouted, but still kept her back to him.

“Shreya, listen” he persisted.

“Oh, what the fuck” she turned around as she said the words. Her heart stopped in her cage, her belly clenched powerfully and her breathing deepened. Vansh was standing in front of her, looking as dashing as ever. He wore a navy blue suit that hugged his body in all the right places. His muscles shone even through layers of his clothing, and her eyes simply removed the layers of his clothing.

Vansh’s condition was no different than her, except where she felt anger, he felt guilt.

Ignoring her idiot of a heart, she asked, quite rudely, “What?”

Just then, a woman appeared in the doorway with lots of documents in her hand. She walked through the mass of fools and towards the inspector. Her walk commanded silence and every one of them stopped doing whatever they were doing to stare at this intruder.

She was beautiful and confident. Her aura spread like wildfire. A bold brown sat on her thin lips and her brown hair fell down her shoulders in waves. She wore a black cover over a white dress. She smiled at Shreya as she stood beside her chair and submitted papers to the officer.

“Here are the bail papers for Miss. Sharma. We’ll be taking your leave now.” she said, more like ordered, without a hint of doubt in her voice. She grabbed Shreya by her hands and pulled her up.

The officer signalled and a constable lady came and unlocked her cuffs. “Thanks” she said and got pulled by the lady.

Once outside, the lady unlocked the car for her.

“Shreya, wait!” called Vansh, as she stepped into the car. The lady looked at her, saw her decision and ignoring the man calling behind them, she sat in her car and drove away.

“Thank you” said Shreya and kissed her wrists. The kiss of freedom, she thought.

“I’m just doing my job” answered the beautiful brown eyed lady.

“Who are you?”

“Mangla! I work under your mother.” She said and gave the warmest smile ever known to womankind.

“Nice to meet you. Where is she?”

“Your mother? Probably doing something so the court process speeds up and you can win the case” she answered.

“Oh!” she said and slouched back on the seat.

They reached her home and as she sat down, she again, thanked Mangla.

“You’ll win the case” she smiled at her and left her doorway.

She walked towards her door and knocked. “Dad?” she called and knocked again.

“Coming!” she heard her dad say, “In the bathroom” and chuckled. His bowel issues will never not be funny. Always inside when someone is outside.

She heard the swish of a car and turned around to find Vansh’s car in her driveway. She knocked on the door harder, she had to go inside, she didn’t want to speak to this, this, this man.

‘Is than an insult?’, taunted her bitch. You can do better.

She was not going to speak to this, this, um… shit, I don’t have any insult at hand, she thought and banged her head against the door.

“Daddy! Open the door” she shouted.

“The door’s open for you, baby” answered his voice.

Yes, his voice. He was not here. As long as I believe it’s just his voice, there are chances I’ll not jump his bones.

She banged the door again.

She heard his footsteps coming closer, one step, then next. Her skin warmed with the anticipation of his arrival. He near, just two or three steps now. He took another step.

“Stay back” she said.

“Turn around and I will” said his beautiful, deep voice.

She slowly turned around; her back stuck to the door. “What do you want? Was arresting me not enough fun for you?” she threw at him.

“I didn’t arrest you” he argued.

“Oh of course, how silly of me. The police arrested me, you just filed the case.” She smiled darkly.

The click of a door gave a click to her legs; she quickly ran inside and locked the door behind her.

She stood behind the door, thinking of the last moments she was with him.

When she climbed so far above, she reached the sky and crashed down in a state of absolute bliss, he was still hard. She asked him to untie her legs and he did, only after he had his fill of her in his mouth. He kissed her sensitive folds, licked warm bud and tasted her from within.

When her high had all but subsided, he untied her legs and manhandled her to her knees.

A knock on the door disturbed them. “Yes?” called Vansh, and she licked his tip, tasting her juices on him.

“Sir, the meeting you scheduled starts in five minutes” replied a female voice, one she didn’t know, from the door.

“I’m busy” he called and she wrapped her lips around him and fondled his balls in her fingers.

“Post pone it for 30 minutes” he said, his voice indicating the restraint.

“Yes, sir, are you alright?” asked the voice again and Shreya started bobbing her head up and down.

“Yes, yes” he groaned.

“Would you like some help with your work? Some coffee, perhaps? You don’t sound good”

She took him deep in her throat and stayed there, while her eyes found his and held him there. His hands found her head and he held her there.

“Ah” he groaned.

“Sir?” asked the annoying voice again.

She pulled her head away from him, and he said, “No, no, no”

Her mouth found his balls and as she licked him, he groaned, “I’m alright” and caressed her hair.

Did she somehow anger him? Is this revenge of some sort? She thought and she sat down on her knees, her back to the door.