19: Ironic
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“TISH!”
A peal of insane laughter. “Gotcha! You and your dirty little secrets!”
Yes it was Shan’s neighbor, who having designated herself as his unofficial girlfriend had conveniently pocketed a set of his house keys.
She was looking at both of them right now with a wily smile plastered on her painted face, standing, no leaning against the studio door seeming at any moment ready to tip over and land on her face.
I need to get those keys back! Shaan thought.
Grrrrrrrrrrrrr!
Horse had her pinned to the ground in a jiffy and appeared to be wondering whether she would make decent breakfast material.
“Get this bloody monster off me!” She shrieked.
Shan ignored her. Horse needed to polish his aggression skills. Lately he had become too soft after being overly babied by Khanak.
“What in Hell are you doing here at this hour?! He demanded while reluctantly letting go of his dance partner. Kabab mein haddi had to drop in at this time! Just when I felt I was attaining a different plane with Khanak.