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~ The Love Affair ~

Miss Srivastava has invited me over to her annual party. It's a great opportunity for me to observe and analyze but I am not accustomed to attend parties and that stuff. But you might have heard that "Devotion to duty is the highest form of worship of God."

I have a tuxedo which I rarely wear now. I used to wear it when Apeksha and I went on dates. She loved those dates though I was not much romantic and creative. She always said that I am a hard to understand. Not all can tolerate me.

As I am still engrossed in my pool of thought, I notice Suhani's going out with that same boy again.

"Suhani!" I stop her but she is an arrogant little girl. Well not little, she's 17.

She turns deaf ear to me, "SUHANI!" this time I make sure that she responds.

"What?" she turns on her heals.

"Where are you going?" I ask her. After all, she's my responsibility. I know we rarely meet but Suhani is my daughter. I can't let her room around with some jerks.

"That's none of your business Mr. Yadav." Her tone is bitter.

"It's dad!" I am sick of her Mr. Yadav thing. We don't talk much but very time we talk, she's cold towards me.

"No Mr. Yadav. My dad died with my mom's death. Now I only see an alcoholic and a womanizer trapped in my dad's body." She's so mean.

I am infuriated. "Behave Suhani!" But she has already gone with her boyfriend, Rajneesh. "I hate that guy, Rajneesh!"

"You are so sick!" saying this she steps out.

"Suhaniiii…." I yelled from behind. Well, she didn't said anything wrong. I have started smoking, I'm an active alcoholic and….. Not knowing what to do, I grab a cigarette and start smoking.

Evening Time

I arrive at the party. "What a waste of money!" looking at those bright lights I think. I hate lights. I am scared of lights. Darkness is my friend. Normal people have no idea how beautiful darkness is!

My trail of thoughts is broken by Miss Srivastava! "Mr. Yad…. I mean Abhijeet." She smiled.

aise na mujhe tum dekho

seene se laga loonga

Again I am mesmerized by her beauty. Wearing the dusky pink evening gown with her hair tied in a bun, she looks angelic. As she says my name, I look at her lips. Cherry red lipstick, I want to kiss those lips. I jerk my head!

tumko main chura loonga tumse

dil mein chhupa loonga

"Hi!" I greet back.

"I am glad you came!"

"It's just my duty Miss Tarika."

"Please step inside!"

I and she went in. A pretty sort of rich people affairs! I see a lot of businessmen, industrialists and many others! Let's begin, I think. "Perhaps the killer tries one more time." I'm ready! Going in one corner, I once again check my gun which I am hiding in my tux. Barrel's full!

Once again Tarika comes to me. She's holding two glasses! She offers me one.

"Left Bank Bordeaux! World-class party and the world-class wine. Great for making the people came back!" I accept the glass.

"Good knowledge of wines!" she admire.

"Wine's my best friend!"

"Woah!" she takes a sip. "Abhijeet I am scared. I don't wanna die."

"Don't worry Tarika. I will do my best to find out that lunatic and beat the shit out of him." I replied. She tried to hide her tears. In the next moment, I was having her head buried in my chest and my hand was caressing her head. "Don't worry Tarika, you'll be okay." I whispered. A voice came, pitch loud.

"TARIKAAA!"

Tarika turns. I notice the change in her expressions. The smile on her face vanished. I am sure she doesn't quite like the comer. Her anxiety was clearly visible.

"A-aahan.." her words are stammering. Then she compose herself. Realizing that I am noticing, she tried to cover up. "Ahaan he is Mr. Yadav, the private investigator! And Abhijeet this is Ahaan Oberoi! He's my…."

"I am the boyfriend!" Ahaan extends his hands. I accept, his hands are cold!

"Excuse me Mr. Yadav. I would like some private moments with my girl!" I notice Tarika's recklessness but he has the authority. "Sure!" I take the leave and Ahaan grabs her arm, almost drabbing her upstairs. I can see that she is not comfortable.

Every relationship has problems! I thought and left.

Upstairs in the room Ahaan was not in a pleasant mood.

"I see you are getting close to him." Ahaan said while crossing his legs as he sat.

"It's not like that Ahaan." Tarika was standing before him.

"Then what is it like?" He asked.

"Ahaan why don't you understand. Abhijeet and I have no….." Tarika tried to convince him.

He got up and pushed Tarika on the wall behind her. Pinning her to the wall he said, "I was watched what happened out there. You think I am a fool?" He grabbed her arm, tightly!

"No!" she felt the pain. "You're thinking wrong. I…."

"You are mine. ONLY MINE!" Aahan said sadistically. "You dare walk out of my life! You understand?" she kept mum, struggling to be free.

"Answer me?"

"Um-hmm! Leave. You're hurting me." She began to struggle. "Ah!" Aahan left her. He reached for her ear. "Tonight at home! Don't be late love." Saying this he leaves a scared Tarika.

For some time she stays in, and after that she adjusts herself and join the party.

Author's note: Thank you for reading and reviewing. AbhiRika lovers where are you? I can't find the AbhiRika spirit in FF!

Anyways I see some people liked it a lot and I am really very grateful for that. Thank you.

Abhijeet has a daughter of 17. How?

Who is Ahaan? What is Ahaan, a sadist or a crazy lover?

And the biggest mystery, who is behind Tarika's life?

Stay tuned to know!