A/N: This one's inspired by an episode of Modern Family.
Warning: I haven't applied any logic to this one, so if you think something doesn't fit right, please bear with it.
Rated T for the suggestive theme.
:: An Unintentional Sabotage ::
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Contrary to his notion, the place looks quite relaxing, with soothing music and the crowd dispersed, talking occasionally in hushed tones. With a mesmerizing view of the bay, the ambience is indeed welcoming, and he gives a faint smile as he lets himself sink in the atmosphere.
A few seconds later, his eyes traverse around the place and quickly settle on to what they're searching for. There she is, sitting at a table, in all her divine glory. She's wearing a red dress accentuating her flawless figure, with a slightly plunging neckline and deep red lipstick that would make any man go weak in the knees. With poise in perfect sync of sensuality and charm, he's certain he has never seen a woman like this before.
To him, it seems she has taken notice of him eyeing her, for as he approaches her, she instantly looks away, taking a sip of her red wine, with a rather alluring stance.
"Hello there, gorgeous!," says the man as he presents himself and ordering a drink for himself, proceeds to occupy the seat opposite her. The woman raises a brow at him.
"Do you scan the place every time before you decide to say that to a girl?," she asks, narrowing her eyes at him, drawing circles around the rim of her wine glass in a tantalizing manner and the man smirks in response.
He leans forward in his seat to whisper in a seductive voice. "Maybe… but tonight, my eyes dragged me straight to the most beautiful woman I've seen," he grins and the woman chuckles as she pulls her eyes away, but not before letting them linger on to him. "Are you alone tonight?," he asks.
"And why do you think I should answer that?," she says, confidence oozing from her.
The man shifts in his seat, taking a sip from his glass. "I don't know… I was wondering if I can discuss my business with you?," he says, his eyes piercing into hers, heavily enticing.
The woman smiles, resting her chin against her fist to show interest. "Is that why you're here, Mr…," she says, trailing off as she waits for him to answer.
"Dhanraj," the man introduces himself, before asking her of the same, "And you are?"
"Sonia!," says the woman.
The man sounds rather impressed. "Nice! So miss Sonia… are you a part of any beauty pageant? Because with those features, you can sure give every woman a run for their money," the man says, his eyes bewitchingly playful. The woman blushes furiously in spite of herself.
"You're quite a talker, Dhanraj!," she whispers in the same playful tone.
"I'm capable of so much more, miss Sonia! And I feel, you're interested in knowing more about me," he says, his voice getting increasingly sensual with every statement.
"Why would you assume that?," asks the woman, albeit being aware of the blush rising up her face.
The man fixes her with a dangerous yet inviting glare as he answers, "Because you sure don't look innocent to me!"
In response, the woman's eyebrows perk up as if to challenge him. "Is that what your business is? Reading people to find out how bad they are?," she asks.
"More precisely, how bad they want to get. And to show them that I can be worse," he says, and bends forward to mumble in a deeply arousing tone, "I can give you a demo in private!"
The woman, by now, is sure she can lose her self-control any minute, and gulps to maintain her grace. "What if I refuse? Are you going to take me against my wishes?," she questions, a mysterious smile dancing on her lips.
As an answer, the man clears his throat and after a pause, reaches for something underneath his suit. He flashes the thing before her and the woman stares at it in horror before casting a quick glance around the place to see if anyone has noticed anything. Thankfully, no one seems to looking at them with suspicion. "Seems like I will," says the man, subtly placing the gun at a spot from where it wouldn't be visible to anyone else.
At this moment, the woman literally feels the hotness rising to her cheeks, and she bites her lower lip to gather herself. "What if I tell you I'm married and my husband wouldn't go easy on you if he finds out?," she asks, her eyebrows dancing with mischief.
The man grins in spite of himself. "I'd say I know of ways to tackle him… but I assure you, your husband must never have treated you the way I'm going to, tonight!," he answers, in a tone so sensuous she's confident she's never heard before. She takes a deep breath before she can come up with a response.
"Well then, let's see how you put this thing to use," she says, gesturing to the gun and getting up from her seat.
The man follows suit, smirking mischievously as he picks up the gun, points it to her back in a way no one can perceive and pushes her out of the restaurant.
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Although they ensure no one present there takes note of their subtle activity, another man seated at a nearby table catches their attention, unbeknownst to them, just as the man holds his gun to the woman's back, and like a responsible citizen, instantly becomes alert.
In a fit of panic, he dials a number. "Hello CID bureau?... Yes, hello, my name is Ishaan! I'm at the Four Seasons Hotel, and I just saw a man pointing a gun at a woman and dragging her away. I… I think he's going to do something to her or kill her! Yeah… yes okay! Okay, I'll keep a watch on them. Yes sir, thank you!," he speaks, before hanging up and follows the couple surreptitiously as they take the route toward the suites.
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The couple, after ensuring there's no one around, continue to maintain straight faces, occasionally glancing at each other seductively, oblivious to the fact that they're being followed.
To the man following them, however, their expressions are incomprehensible, as are their talks. He makes sure to maintain a safe distance, so as to avoid any sort of danger, and carefully takes his phone out as it vibrates in his pocket.
"Yes sir! Yes sir, they're here on the fourth floor walking toward the suites… yes sir, I'm far away from them; they can't see me… yes sir, sure!," he speaks in a hushed voice, from behind a wall as he continues to observe the couple.
"I must say, Dhanraj, you pointing a gun to my waist is such a turn on!," says the woman, giving a subtle grin and the man slightly pushes the gun deeper, but still careful enough not to hurt her.
"Save your sexual energy for later! You're going to need it anyway," he says, taking a glimpse of the corridor, but finds no one.
"I'm so scared!," whispers the woman as she puts on a wary face.
The man stares at her dangerously. "You better be! Because I'm going to torture you much worse than you've thought… and I'll make sure no one comes to your rescue when you scream," he murmurs as he opens the door to their suite and pushes her inside before shutting the door behind them.
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Outside, in the corridor, Ishaan heaves a sigh of relief on reaching safely till this point without being caught, but resumes his anxious self shortly as he now seems to fear for the woman's life. He stays put behind the wall before he sees two gentlemen emerge from the elevator.
"Ishaan?," enquires the assistant commissioner of CID, as he approaches the young man and the later nods in affirmation. "Yes sir!"
"We're from the CID. Did you call us?," asks the muscular man standing behind the assistant commissioner.
"Yes sir, I did. Sir, he took her in that room, the second-last one on the left. He had the gun pointed to her the entire time," answers Ishaan, pointing toward the said room and the two officers exchange glances before commanding him.
"Stay behind!," orders the muscle man in a low voice and Ishaan obeys as the three of them tiptoe toward the direction of the suite.
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Meanwhile, in the suite, the man presses the woman against the wall and pulls her mouth in an intense kiss, earning several muffled moans from her. "Uhhmm!," whimpers the woman under the kiss as their hands impatiently roam around each other's bodies, touching everywhere they can.
Breathing heavily, the man is about to reach for the zipper of her dress, when they hear a knock on the door and they look at each other in confusion. He gives her a few seconds to adjust her dress and hair before proceeding to answer the door.
As soon as the door is opened, ACP Pradyuman's eyes literally widen to twice their normal size when he sees the person he's pointing his gun at. To say he's shocked would be an understatement here – the old man is nearly knocked out of his senses. Never in the wildest of his dreams has he imagined that when he received the call this evening, it would force him to confront a man he knows too well for his own good.
His most trusted officer. The second-in-command of the department.
"Abhijeet?," he growls, still utterly and terribly in shock and behind him, senior inspector Daya has a very similar reaction. For someone who'd been preparing to give a sound beating to a criminal, the door breaker's jaw nearly drops to the floor as the other side of the room reveals none other than his best friend.
Behind him, the woman, senior inspector Abhijeet's own wife, Dr. Tarika stares at the three men standing outside the room in utter disbelief.
Before either of them can react, poor Ishaan who's still unacquainted with the fact that he's invited all the hassle for absolutely no good reason, points an accusatory finger at the sharp shooter, whilst hiding behind Daya.
"Sir… sir, he's the one! This man forced this lady here by showing her the gun!," he says hysterically and Abhijeet looks at him in sheer bewilderment, feeling the colour draining out of his face.
"Wh-what's going on, sir!," he demands, struggling to find the firmness in his voice. The whole situation is ridiculously bizarre, and to have his senior and his best friend being summoned only to confront him as a suspect is preposterous in the least!
Somehow, the assistant commissioner manages to retrieve himself from the trance. "Abhijeet? Tarika? What are you two doing here?," he asks.
As a response, the husband and wife look everywhere else apart from the three men rather uncomfortably, their faces resembling a ripe tomato, which they attempt to hide beneath their palms.
"Sir we… we," the sharp shooter fumbles, secretly wishing for the earth to swallow him at that very moment. His wife, on the other hand, gives a pained sigh of embarrassment as she refuses to look up at either of them. Standing before her are two of her seniors who, she can no longer face confidently from this moment onward… and a complete stranger who seems to be taking pride in helping the CID nab a supposed 'criminal'. She silently curses him, while wishing someone teaches him to recognize a couple's body language, so as to avoid such mishaps.
She suddenly becomes conscious of her slightly revealing dress, and hugs herself to display her discomfort.
Upon seeing the awkward faces of the couple and their slightly wrinkled clothes, everything suddenly becomes crystal clear to the two officers, who then join the husband and wife in donning embarrassed looks.
Struggling hard not to burst out in laughter, Daya turns to Ishaan. "It's alright, Mr. Ishaan! We'll take care of this. You can go now!," he says and the latter takes their leave after thanking them, still unbothered to ask how do they know each other.
It's very rare when ACP Pradyuman finds himself uneasy while handling a situation. He rubs his temple nervously, turning around to exit the scene. "Ahem! Umm.. I'm… I'm sorry for the… the interruption! Have a good night!," he somehow mutters, taking off without looking back at either of them.
"Sorry you had to take the trouble to come here, sir!," says Abhijeet in a meek tone, in spite of knowing his senior is far away for his voice to reach him, before he shakes his head awkwardly.
His best friend, meanwhile, has been silently watching all the mess created, and hence, he patiently waits till his senior exits just so he can pounce on his chance. He sniggers menacingly as he approaches the sharp shooter.
Abhijeet shoots back a glare at him. "What?!," he snaps.
"Nice roleplay! Enjoy!," says Daya amidst a fit of mischievous chortles, holding his stomach before erupting into a howl.
Not wanting to show any further embarrassment, his best friend looks at him with a huffy expression. "Get lost! And I will strangle you if you say a word of this to anyone!," he snarls at the giggling muscle man who turns to leave while still laughing hysterically. Although he's warned him, he's uncertain how much of this will Daya be keeping to himself. After all, putting Abhijeet in hilariously awkward situations is one of his favourite things to do. And this, he's sure, is something the door breaker won't let go of in a long, long time.
He rolls his eyes in exasperation as he shuts the door behind his best friend.
Once he's gone, the forensic doctor screws her eyes shut, shaking her head violently as she buries her face in her husband's chest. "Ohh God! Ohh God, this is so embarrassing!," she blubbers.
The sharp shooter makes a face as he pats his wife's back, his arms snaking around to comfort her. "It's okay! They're gone now!," he says.
"But this is all so awkward!," grumbles Tarika with a sigh and momentarily looks up at her husband as she continues. "I'm so sorry this whole roleplay thing turned out to be a disaster!," she says before throwing her head back in his chest.
The senior inspector cups her face, making her look at him. "Says who? We still have the night and this room to ourselves! And the whole purpose of this was to add some spice to our otherwise busy lives," he says lovingly, rubbing his nose against hers.
"Yes, but it spoiled my mood!," pouts his wife sulkily.
In order to set her mood back, Abhijeet twirls her around in his arms, making her back rest against his chest. "Come on, we hardly get to spend any quality time! Let's just forget about Abhijeet and Tarika for tonight… and let's be Dhanraj and Sonia, who are going to do very bad things to each other," he mumbles in her ear in a heavily seductive voice, holding her tighter by the waist.
The forensic doctor gives her husband a knowing grin. "Don't Abhijeet and Tarika do bad things to each other?," she asks with a playful smile.
"Maybe! But tonight, I intend to be much worse!," whispers Abhijeet against her neck, as he pulls down the zipper of her dress with an agonizingly slow pace, and Tarika closes her eyes in anticipation, shuddering at his touch… and the thought of what the night holds for them.
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:: The End ::