Chapter 1

She still remembered the day when she saw him for the first time. She had returned from School to find him and her Dad sitting in their living room discussing something over work.

After that day, it had become a routine for her. She would watch him for hours, hidden behind the door of the living room while he and her father discussed case reports and sipped Coffee. He wasn't a regular visitor at their house and so when he wouldn't be around, she would stare at his photographs which she had cut out from the news paper. Her feelings for him back then were too different. They were innocent. He was a rocker! Her Mentor! Her hero! She wanted to be just like him. She often imagined herself punching criminals just like he did. He would always be there by her side. And then she would imagine people applauding them for their work. It was great fun.

By the time she was fourteen, her feelings changed. Her Career focus too shifted. She began to look at him from a totally different perspective. Like the way a woman sees a man. His broad shoulders, chiselled chest and sculpted arms drove her crazy. She imagined them wrapped around her.

Day and Night, she found herself thinking mpre and more about him. Sometimes, she would catch him staring at her. She wondered whether he shared her feelings but she was scared to ask him. After all he was fifteen years older than her. When she revealed her secret to her best friend that she was addicted to an older man, her friend thought that she was crazy.

The girl never had serious flings in high school. She found boys her age very immature. And they were never so good looking and well built as him. Neither as brave nor intelligent as him. So that was it. She had fallen for him. She really couldn't help it.

Many a times she had a sudden strong urge to kiss him. But the very idea sounded stupid even when it was in her head. They had exchanged formal pleasantries but never really spoken to each other. She had found him staring at her or give her a smile quite a few times. That was it. She didn't know whether the whole thing would ever work.

Some Months later -

The girl and her friend were watching a movie on the girl's laptop. It was 11.30 pm.

'Ooo.. look! That's the much hyped make out scene, about which they were talking about months before the movie released.'

'I still don't get why were people making such a fuss over it' said the girl.

'The lead actors broke up just before the movie and this a ten minute make out scene.' said her friend.

'Ten minute?' asked the girl shocked.

'Yeah. That's why the film has been given an 'A' rating. And this is the uncut version. It might be much longer - ooo look here they go. You sure your Dad won't come up?' asked her friend.

'Oh no. He is asleep. Don't worry.' said the girl confidently.

Both the girls had their eyes glued to the laptop screen. They weren't aware that the girl's father had crept into the room and was watching his daughter with a disbelieving look on his face.

The girl chewed her lip as she stared at the screen of her laptop. A faint blush crept her cheeks and she felt a strange sensation run throughout her body as she watched what guy was doing to the girl on screen. So this was what real sex was! She stared unblinkingly at the screen listening to their grunts and moans. It sounded really pleasurable.

'I wish Daya would do that to me' said the girl suddenly.

'Daya? Daya who?' asked her friend.

'The Cop who comes to our house - How can you forget? I had told you about him ages ago!' said the girl.

'What did you say?' an angry voice sounded right behind them.

The girl let out a gasp. 'D - dad?'

'Oh god!' exclaimed the girl's friend clapping her hands to her mouth in horror.

'You said you were going to complete your School project! Is this the part of your project then?' he yelled his eyes narrowing at his daughter.

'D - dad no... we are sorry... please -'

'Shut up!' he roared. 'You!' he barked at the girl's friend. 'You come with me. I am going to drop you home right now. And here on wards I don't want to see you in this house ever again!'

'No! Dad please it was a mistake... please Dad' the girl pleaded.

'Shut your mouth! And don't you dare go to bed before I come back. You and I are going to talk' said the girl's father. He hurried out of the room and the girl's friend followed him outside with a slight nod looking extremely frightened.

When the girl's father came back, he looked angrier.

'How do you know - know Daya? Have you two been meeting or something? ANSWER ME DAMN IT!' he roared spraying her with spit.

'N... No' the girl whispered, trembling slightly.

'You want Daya to do that to you?' he asked shaking with fury.

'N - no... dad... sorry... I -'

SMACK! He had slapped her hard. Tears streamed down the girl's face and she looked away guiltily.

'How dare you? You filthy little - How can such dirty thoughts even come to your mind? Have you been thinking about this? No wonder your progress record hasn't been satisfactory this year!' he roared.

The girl sniffed not uttering a word.

'What the hell is wrong with you? THIS IS DISGUSTING! You imagine you and Daya in place of them? Haven't you anything better to do in your life?' he yelled at her.

His hand hit her study table and the books clattered to the floor. The girl's fortune must have been real bad that day because an erotic romance novel had scattered to the floor which she had been hiding in one of her school books. The book's cover showed a girl in skimpiest clothes possible, kissing a guy.

The girl didn't here rest of her father's words. He seemed to be going on for hours. She didn't understand why was he so angry. She was getting into adulthood and such things always gathered interest. And her grades weren't bad at all - she had secured 89% in her last semester. She didn't know what according to her dad was a 'Satisfactory Grade' And she had been merely watching an Adult Movie which had a ten minute make out scene. Her dad was yelling at her as if she had been addicted to porn. She obviously knew her limits. But she knew her dad would never understand.

And as far as attraction towards Daya was concerned - it had been strong since long time. She didn't feel there was anything wrong with it. A girl getting attracted to someone of the opposite sex. What the hell was wrong in that? Her father's bad mood continued all through next week. The girl thought he was being ridiculous for he even asked whether Daya had ever tried to get too close to her and whether he had sent any wrong signals. He began accusing Daya as though it was his fault, which made the girl so angry that she almost had an urge to tell her father that she really hoped Daya would try to come close but she resisted the temptation. She didn't want another cheek slapped.

And then about fifteen days later, her father made an announcement which made the girl extremely happy. Her father had enrolled her into a college in another city. He seemed to think that sending her away would drive Daya's thoughts out of her mind. But he didn't know how wrong he was.

The girl tried not to look too happy about it but she was overjoyed. Going away from her father would mean so much fun! New friends! New Life and she would be able to live her life as and how she pleased. True she wouldn't be able to get glimpses of Daya like she did when he visited her house sometimes but then she would be able to watch whatever she wanted and would be able to imagine Daya and herself in one of those scenes in peace.

Some years later -

CID Bureau, Mumbai.

'Abhijeet, can you prepare the report on the Drug Racket which was busted recently and hand it over on Thursday? I need it for the meeting' said DCP Malhotra.

'Me? Sir how can I prepare the report? Daya has handled the case so he should be the one doing it.' said Abhijeet surprised.

'I know Daya has handled the case but still I want you to prepare the report' said DCP Malhotra quite irritably.

The swung open and Daya walked in. He paused, surprised to find DCP in the CID bureau. DCP Mahesh Malhotra usually didn't intervene in working of CID. His presence in the bureau was a rare sight, much to Daya's relief. DCP Malhotra usually came when the matter was unusually grave.

DCP Malhotra and Senior Inspector Daya never got along. Their opinions differed too much. DCP Malhotra throught ACP Pradyuman favoured Daya too much when he didn't deserve all the praise and promotions. DCP was known to use crude ways to taunt, hurt, insult or emotionally demoralise people. He knew Daya and Abhijeet were best friends. So DCP would often shower Abhijeet with praise and throw insults at Daya so as to distance them. But to his annoyance, his tactics seemed to working in a reverse way. Abhijeet and Daya had went on to become Best of Friends - more like brothers. Thus the Cold War between Daya and DCP was still on. They avoided each other as far as possible and communicated only when it became an absolute necessity.

Daya didn't have a clue as to why DCP Malhota loathed him so much and he hadn't bothered to find out the reason all these years. It didn't matter. After all he wasn't require to talk to DCP Malhotra every day.

'Okay sir. I will do it' said Abhijeet.

But eventually the work load increased and even though both Daya and DCP Malhotra didn't want to work together, they were compelled to join hands and work together. Circumstances forced them to work together.

They were working on a high profile murder case and ACP Pradyuman was in Delhi for a week. Which to Daya's annoyance meant a lot if intervention by DCP Malhotra. So Monday morning found Daya standing outside DCP Malhotra's door. He and knocked and was waiting patiently for the door to open when he heard laughter. He saw DCP's daughter Shreya making her way towards the house. She was laughing and speaking to someone on her cell phone. Daya looked away. He wished the door would open before she arrived by his side.

*** FLASHBACK ***

Their very first meeting after her arrival in Mumbai after years had been very awkward. Daya had been sitting in DCP's living room while he fetched some files for Daya when Shreya had ran inside the house. Daya's eyes were fixed on her. She was no longer a high School teenager as Daya remembered her. She was a beautiful, grown up woman.

It had been raining and she obviously hadn't carried an umbrella. She was totally wet from head to toe. Hair plastered to her face, water was dripping from her clothes wetting the carpet.

'Hi! I don't know if you remember me but I am Shreya. Inspector Daya, isn't it? I am a huge fan of your work' said Shreya excitedly.

'Oh. Thanks. I am a Senior Inspector now' said Daya.

'Wow!' Shreya muttered. The wet fabric had clung to her skin. Daya couldn't keep his eyes off her. He was instantly drawn to her in a way he had never been drawn to a woman before.

'Long time Shreya. You - you disappeared' he said.

'Missed me, have you?' she asked laughing.

'What?' asked Daya taken aback.

'Nothing. Yeah, Dad found a place for me at some other School so I left' she said.

'But it was a in the middle of the year' said Daya. Shreya stared at him and he said awkwardly, 'Never mind. So for how many days will you be here?'

'Oh I am done with my Schooling and higher education. So unless I find a job in some other city, I won't be going anywhere.' She paused and then said staring pointedly at him, 'And I need to sort out a few things first. They are really important'

Didn't you carry a raincoat? It's pouring!' said Daya changing the topic.

'No. I love getting wet' she whispered. 'In the rain' she said after a brief pause.

Daya blinked. What the hell was she trying to do? He was once again checking her out and he had a suspicion that she too was enjoying it. He observed that she was tall and had a slender figure. If he stood up, his chin would touch the top of her head. Perfect kissing height! He wondered how would it feel like to kiss her. Brushing aside his thoughts he continued to stare at her. He could see a hint of her black bra through her wet clothes.

'Daya!' a harsh voice brought him back to his senses. Daya gulped. He hadn't noticed DCP's arrival. He had been too busy checking out her curvy figure.

'Hi dad!' said Shreya and moved away from Daya immediately.

'What have you been doing? Didn't you carry an umbrella?' he asked.

Daya saw DCP Malhotra's eyes dart between him and Shreya quite fearfully. He didn't comprehend the reason behind it.

'Nope. I will just dry myself. I came in and saw Daya... I mean Daya sir. You know I am such a huge fan of him so I thought I should atleast introduce myself' said Shreya.

DCP Malhotra didn't say anything. He looked revolted at the very idea how could his daughter be a fan of Daya. Daya found it rather amusing. Anything which irritated or annoyed DCP Malhotra was amusing to Daya. He tried hard not to laugh.

'I assume you are done with the introductions. Get going. Daya can't afford to waste more time. He is already too slow in preparing reports and I need them by tomorrow' said DCP Malhotra.

Daya felt anger rise inside him. How dare he insult him in front of his daughter? And he didn't remember ever handing in a case report later than the stipulated time.

'I have never been late in submitting the case report! Don't go on telling lies!' he said outraged.

Shreya looked at him curiously.

'Keep your voice down! Remember that you are standing in the house which belongs to me' said DCP Malhotra angrily.

'I will only of you stop speaking lies!' said Daya in an even louder tone.

'Shut up! How dare you speak to your Boss like that? Take this files and set to work! I want the report by 7 pm today!' shouted DCP Malhotra.

Daya glared at him for a moment. Then grabbing the files from DCP's hand, he walked out of the house slamming the door behind him.

After Daya left DCP Mahesh Malhotra turned to face his daughter, 'What were you doing Shreya? You haven't forgotten him even after all those years?'

'Dad please, for heavens sake! Me fantasizing about Daya was just a teenage madness. I am not into him now, alright? Please stop getting suspicious. It was just a casual talk between us' lied Shreya.

Yes, it was a lie. After all those years too she hadn't gotten over him. Seeing him after such a long time had made her so happy. She had true feelings for him. She wanted him to be a part of her life forever. And to her delight he was still unmarried. That was the first thing she had noticed - his engagement finger still didn't have a ring in it. But this time she would have to be really careful. She didn't want to rush into getting it done. And first of all, she wanted to make sure whether he too had same feelings for her.

*** FLASHBACK OVER ***

'Heloooo?' Shreya was waving her hand in front of her face.

'Sorry' Daya muttered breaking his thoughts about their first meeting.

'Can I have your number?' she asked.

Daya was taken aback. 'Why?' he asked curiously.

'Later' she muttered as they heard approaching footsteps.

The door opened and DCP Malhotra came into view.

'Dad!' Shreya howled and hugged her father. Daya stared at her in shock. She was trying to hide her face. She was putting up a show that she was crying but obviously she was not.

'What happened? Shreya? Why are you crying?' DCP Malhotra asked alarmed. He looked accusingly at Daya if his daughter was crying because of him.

Daya shrugged as Shreya continued to pretend to appear sad.

'What happened to her?' he asked Daya.

'How do I know?! One minute earlier she was -'

Daya's voice was drowned as Shreya let out long fake howl.

'Dad! I got rejected! This is the second time this has happened' she said.

Daya knew it was an outright lie. One minute ago she had been laughing and now she howling in pain. It was incredible how she managed to change her moods so quickly. Daya was amazed. She did it so well that even a person like DCP Malhotra who didn't miss a slightest detail wasn't able to get that she was faking it.

'No matter. No matter. We will sort it out. Come on in' he said leading Shreya inside.

'Sir, we were going to discuss the case...' Daya began.

'Later. Can't you see I am busy? Go to CID bureau. I will call you soon' DCP Malhotra snapped.

'What the hell was the point of calling him here then?' thought Daya. But now he had no option but to go back to CID Bureau and wait for the call.

Their third meeting had been in a Hypermarket where Shreya had became successful obtaining his cell number.

After that they had spoken twice over calls and had met once in a Coffee shop.

The high profile murder case had been solved within a month and the DCP Malhotra had thrown a success party for all at his home. The guest list included the entire CID team as well as few of DCP's close friends. Four long tables were joined together. Many people had already arrived. Daya arrived with Abhijeet five minutes late. Two seats next to Shreya were vacant and Daya sat beside her. Many of their colleagues still hadn't arrived.

'Thank god you came. I hate Dad's get - together s.' Shreya whispered to him.

'You are looking stunning' said Daya.

'Thank you' Shreya smiled at him.

DCP Malhotra was far too busy tending to the guests to bother about Shreya speaking with Daya. This was a perfect opportunity. She had planned a surprise for Daya which he wouldn't have ever dreamed.

Soft music played in the background. Starters and Drinks were being served to the guests. Soon everyone arrived and dinner was served. Everyone talked and laughed, having a great time. Daya was sipping Coffee merrily chatting with Abhijeet who was sitting next to him when Shreya put her hand on his knee under the table. He stiffened and turned to look at her. Shreya gave him an innocent smile not letting go of his knee. Daya looked turned to Abhijeet once again. She pretended to listen to the conversation which Daya and Abhijeet were having and now she decided to get a bit bolder. She moved her hand upwards from his knee, higher and higher. She gave his leg a little squeeze and he gasped.

'What's wrong Daya?' asked Abhijeet.

'Nothing' said Daya and Shreya smirked.

Daya pretended to look for Freddy and turned to face Shreya. 'Cut it out! What are you doing?' he said.

But Shreya had no intention to stop. Reaching between his thighs, she grasped him through his jeans, stroking him through the denim. Daya grasped her hand tightly trying hard not to groan.

At that moment Abhijeet got a call and before Daya could say anything to her, Shreya had got up and disappeared out of the living room beckoning him to follow her. Daya followed her outside, almost running. She saw him disappear into a room which was at the very end of the corridor.

'What the hell were you doing?' he growled pushing her against the wall as soon as he entered.

'Sorry.' she muttered smirking.

'Anybody could have noticed us!' said Daya angrily.

'That why I called you here' said Shreya.

Daya simply couldn't resist it. Her pressed his body firmly against her, his hands moving on her back. He smashed his lips to her, consuming her in a passionate kiss.

'Ohh...god...' she moaned between the kisses.

His hands moved down from her waist to her hips, squeezing them.

'Mmm...ahhh...' the words escaped her lips.

'You are so hot!' he whispered.

'Haaah!' she almost yelled as he rubbed his knee against her core. 'Daya pleaseeee...ohhh...mmm!'

Suddenly, she heard approaching footsteps. 'Daya stop! Someone's coming' she said urgently.

'I don't care!' he said and pulling her closer he began grinding against her core. Shreya was lost in desire. The friction was too much to bear and she wanted him to continue but the footsteps were now becoming louder and louder.

'Daya please no! I don't want us to get into trouble!' she said and managed to push him away.

Both were breathing heavily as he reluctantly pulled back. The ache between her thighs was on verge of driving her insane. She trembled. The next moment, Abhijeet stepped inside the room.

'I have been looking for you! Where have -?' he stopped mid - sentence. His eyes narrowed suspiciously as they moved from Daya who was slightly sweaty to Shreya was was breathing hard.

Daya blinked. Had Abhijeet seen what were they upto? Daya knew Abhijeet was suspicious.

'I will just see where Dad is.' said Shreya and ambled out of the room.

Abhijeet was still staring at Daya expecting an explanation but Daya said, 'Let's go. It's pretty late. Everyone must have left, isn't it?

'Daya wait a minute!' said Abhijeet sharply.

'What?' asked Daya.

'What were you doing?' asked Abhijeet.

'What? I wasn't doing anything' said Daya trying not to sound too guilty.

'Don't lie! What were you doing with her? I heard something while I was outside. Just tell me the truth alright? What were you upto?' asked Abhijeet sounding shocked.

'I told you I wasn't doing anything.' said Daya. He wasn't going to tell Abhijeet about his steamy little session with Shreya. Abhijeet would think he was crazy.

'You are obviously lying. What were you doing here then? That too with a young girl whom you hardly know?' said Abhijeet.

'We were... er... chatting' said Daya.

'Were you? I see' said Abhijeet quietly. Daya flushed.

They stared at one another in silence.

'What?' asked Daya.

'Fine. If you don't want to tell its okay but whatever you are up to, its risky. You are playing with fire. You and her... she is just too... Daya please... don't do it -'

'Wait a minute! Did you see anything happening between us?' asked Daya.

'No' said Abhijeet.

'Well, that's settled then' said Daya sighing in relief. So Abhijeet didn't have any proof.

'Daya please! Had I arrived a minute earlier, then I am sure I would have seen something I ought not have to see!' Abhijeet shouted.

'That's it. We are leaving' said Daya and without another word, he left the room.