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Pooja was blushing furiously. I wouldn't blame her though. What else would you expect would happen when a man like Shaheer was there stuck in a lift with her, doing...er, what he was doing...

Well, she was no less, in all honesty.
Humaari chhoriyaan, chhoron se kam hain ke?

This was until the the lights went off.

(Well, this was what helped her to hide the blush, as I said in the previous chapter. But, but, but, what happened next, certainly didn't help her situation.)

Apparently, Shaheer was scared of the dark.
Now you might be confused as to how Pooja knows this.
Well, to answer your question, she also got to know about this trait of his only a few seconds ago....

When he jumped up and hugged Pooja.

*

Saying that she was shocked would be an understatement.
It was like all the electricity running through the building had been in the elevator at that one point, and her heart was the one being electrocuted. The only conducting link was this brown-eyed, ridiculously handsome, stupid, medicine-hating, blabbering mess of a man who probably was sleeping with his eyes open a few minutes ago. Could a man be any cuter? Oh right, he was no ordinary man. Must be an alien of sorts, dammit!

Focus, Pooja, focus. Par bc yeh koi PhD thode hi hai. How the fuck do I focus on this? None of my PhD's are for dealing with this kind of handsome alien!

Still in shock, she had no idea what was expected of her to do in this civil and humane society. So she did what her best friend would have done for her.
She hugged him back.

*

As soon as she hugged him back, Shaheer realised what he had been doing, and that it wasn't Purvi or his mother in the elevator with him. They were the only two people who knew of this phobia of his.

He came out of the embrace and apologized to her.

"I am sorry. I shouldn't have hugged you all of a sudden, especially when we don't even know each other well. But I swear I didn't have any ill intentions. Mai bas... I have a phobia of darkness. Nyctophobia. Bachpan se...Not everyone knows about it. Only my best friend and mom."

"umm it's okay...."

(Stop judging her choice of words okay, what else was she supposed to say? Bechaari ko 440 volt ka jhatka laga tha abhi. Tumhe koi Shaheer Sheikh ke saath chhod de toh tumhaara bhi yahi haal hoga, haan nahi toh!)

Oh god she must be thinking I am a horny creep. What the hell shaheer? He wished he could actually facepalm himself, but he'll have to make do with an internal facepalm for now.

But she had been rendered speechless only for a minute; soon she was back to being that confident lady that she was.

"It's okay Shaheer. No harm done. I know what it feels like to be stuck in a helpless situation where you are shit scared. Mujhe bhi heights se darr lagta hai. Acrophobia. Iss baare mein sirf mere bhai aur maa ko pata hai. Just like you."

That did calm Shaheer a bit. At least she wasn't angry or thought of him as a creep.

Phew.

But his relief was short-lived because....that's when she saw it, peeking from behind him, hidden in plain view (yeah oxymoron gooooo)- HIS GUN.

(OH DOUBLE MEANING KE ADVOCATES, GUN MATLAB REVOLVER. VOH WALI GUN NAHI...if you know what I mean)
*Sings "I am a hunter, she wants to see my gun"*

Her cop instincts kicked in at the very moment. Sure, she was a healer first, but she was also a CID officer. She was THE Dr. Pooja Sharma! The child prodigy with the brains of a genius and the endurance strength of an elephant. She had the fingers of a watch-maker while performing surgeries, and the speed of a cheetah while rounding up the criminals. Always at the top of everything, everywhere... except guys...

LMAO sorry

It was with the same hands that she delivered him a blow on his nose, legs that kicked him in the shins, elbow that cut the air supply and knee which harmed his unborn babies...if you know what I mean. In the matter of what was hardly a few seconds, she was lying on top of him, his own gun pressed to his head and arms pinned to the ground (haan haan, ground nahi elevator floor tha...theek hai theek hai).

She hissed, "who the fuck are you?"

"Bola toh thaa? *Ouch!* Shaheer naaaa ah..ooh," was his reply as he moaned in pain (galat matlab mat nikaalo. moan matlab voh wala moan nahi yaaaar).

"Yeh gun kyun rakhi hui thi? Mujhe pehle hi samajh jaana chahiye tha ki tum koi duffer badmaash ho jab tum hava mein apne aap se batiya rahe the. Par mai uss samay hasne mein busy thi."

Paagal hai tu, Pooja.

"That's because I am a CID officer, dumbo!"

Hearing this, and thinking it was a white lie (since she was going to join CID today, aur aise namoone vahaan thode hi hote hain. Jo sochte hue badbadaa ke sab bata dein🤦), Pooja shifted her weight to put more force upon his...ahem ahem...balls, as she pulled his hands even more behind his back.

"AAAAAAAHHHH UDHAR MAT BAITH, BACHCHE ROYENGE! AAAAHHHH, MUMMMMMMYYYYYYY!!!"

"Then fucking answer me! Why the hell were you carrying a gun?"

"Arey bola toh mai CID officer hu. Phir bhi maarti hi jaa rhi hai tu!"

"Mera bhai CID mein kaam karta hai. Aur mai bhi CID mein forensic expert hu. Apni bakwaas band karo tum. Officer hote toh badge hota. Badge dikhaao!" she commanded.

"Jhoothi kahin ki! Liar liar, pants on fire," he screamed in the exact same annoying tone that he used to trouble Purvi with.

Pooja raised her eyebrow and smirked as she bound his hands at back with a rope that she had seemingly conjured from her small little bag. She then proceeded to show him her CID badge that she had received just the previous day in a special meeting with the DCP.

Not to mention, Shaheer's jaw touched the ground, metaphorically and literally (kyunki voh zameen pe hi tha so..lol).

But to be honest, I wouldn't say it was a very bad day for him...umm..he was lying in an elevator, fully bound, with a sexy and savage girl in heels sitting on top of him, whispering threats into his ear...mhmmmm...doesn't this sound like something straight out of a porno tho...okay I should probably shut up, sorry..

"Ab bolo? Ho gya yakeen? Ab ya toh badge dikhaao ya illegally gun rakhne ke jurm mein jail jaake chakki peeste rehna."

Shaheer was positive that he had his badge on him, but itne serious situation mein bhi pooja ka jail wala threat sunnke usse ACP sir ki yaad aa gyi, and he... laughed out loud.

Yeh pakka ACP ko jaanti hai lmaoo

And well, let's just say that this didn't go down well with her because she thought he was laughing at her.

"Rukko zara. Mera bhai mujhe pick karne aane wala hoga, tum bhi saath mein bureau chal lena, tumhaari khaatirdaari kar denge thodi," she said giving her signature smirk.

But he still couldn't control his laughter.

"Yeh-yeh Kavin sir ka dialogue tha ahahaha."

"AB TUM MERE BHAI KO KAISE JAANTE HO?!?!!! ALIEN HO YA ANTARYAAMI!"

"TUM KAVIN KI BEHEN HO!????!!? MAI ALIEN...H-hain times up times up kya??"

"MAINE PEHLE PUCHHA NA."

"MAINE BHI KUCHH PUCHHA NA."
"Shut up! You have the right to remain sile-...aaaaa"
Pooja trailed off midway because now, Shaheer had thrown her over and now, she was the one under him.
Yes she was strong, but voh apna Shaheer bhi senior officer hai bhai. Not to mention his biiiig..ahem ahem...muscles.
(Phir gandi soch lagaai?)

He maintained full eye contact as he huskily whispered near her neck, "aye ms. Khargosh, kya jaanna hai tumhe?"

"Mai tumhe bata chuka hu ki mai ek CID officer hu, aur agar aaj subah agar mere naak se ganga na beh rahi hoti toh shaayad mai apna badge saath laana yaad rakhta."

"Yahaan koi khargosh nahi hai. Aur tum agar CID officer ho aur sirf badge bhool gaye ho toh mujhe kisi se confirm karvaao."

"Tum kehti ho tum kavin sir ki behen ho. Mai unhen hi phone kar raha hu. Senior inspector Kavin. Voh tumhe bata denge ki mai unke saath kaam karta hu. Aur yeh bhi bata denge ki unki koi behen nahi hai. Huh. Rukko." He got up and have her a hand, which she very "politely" ignored.
"Vaise sorry for pinning you down like that. Again, I didn't have any ill-intentions; jahaan tum baithi thi vahaan mujhe dard ho raha tha so..."

"Chalo kisi cheez ke liye toh sorry bola."

And then they both give each other "the eyes." (Voh jaise kokila ben deti hai na. Gusse wali. Vahi bilkul.)

As he dialed Kavin's number, he was stunned to see Pooja already having had dialled him up and having put the phone on speaker. Yep, she winked. Smugly.

"Waah, khargosh toh sach mein kaafi tez hote hain. Tumne abhi mere dial pad se dekha na number? Pata hai mujhe."

"Eh, we'll see."