TERI DEEWANGI: SHEHNAAZ KAUR GILL (COMPLETED)

Chapter Three

On Friday night Sidharth was sat in the VIP area drinking a strong scotch and looking over the club. From his vantage point he saw everything and everyone. He knew a select group of girls were seated in line with the dance floor so any man who wanted some action would see them instantly. A group of men were being watched with caution as they looked dangerous to him. He'd dealt with a lot of men carrying roofies for the girls. No woman was going home or being raped by a guy she didn't want.

He had standards.

Moiz threw himself down into the chair beside him. "I'm bored."

"Go and find yourself some entertainment. I've got stuff to do."

"You're waiting for that girl."

Sidharth glanced toward the door as another group entered the club. They were scantily clad women looking for action. He'd gotten the file on Shehnaaz  within twenty-four hours of asking for it. The reward he'd paid was over ten grand, but it was well worth the money. Every little detail, even her medical history, was down on paper for him to read. Tuesday he spent all day at his apartment reading through her file. He knew about the drunk driver who was serving time for killing her parents and about the foster parents, also dead, whom she'd lived with after the accident. She'd graduated from school at eighteen and was working within the month of their deaths. Her grades were good but not brilliant. She didn't even apply for college.

She'd changed jobs five times before getting the job at Dreams. Her employers adored her. Shehnaaz  was a hard worker, and she didn't have any serious medical problems. She'd not been in the car when her parents were killed.

What he did know was the fact she wasn't on any birth control pills. There was nothing exciting about her and she didn't pose a threat to anyone, yet he couldn't get her out of his head. She was there all the time.

"This is dangerous for us, your obsession."

"I've never had an obsession, Moiz. Stop worrying about it."

"It's a woman, Moiz. F**k her already and move on. I know I will." Moiz stopped a waitress to order a beer.

"If you're here to ruin my mood then please leave." He sipped his drink and then stood.

"I'm going to take a leak. Try not to scare anyone away."

He walked toward the private bathroom and stared at his reflection in the mirror. Maybe he was losing his mind. There was nothing special about Shehnaaz. The attraction was inside him, not her. Something told him she was different from all other women.

Women are wh***s, and you'll do well to remember that.

His fighting mentor would scream that at them whenever a groupie was near them. Women were a bunch of distractions men had to deal with. They were only good for one thing and that was being a place to stick their dick.

"You're thirty-five  years old. Get a grip man."

She was twenty-three years old. Shehnaaz was twelve years his junior and way too innocent for this lifestyle. He made deals with crooks, criminals, drug dealers, and wh***s while Shehnaaz  didn't do anything beside work.

Running a hand down his face, he exited the bathroom and went back to sit in his chair.

"Are you done now?" Moiz asked.

Shaking his glass for a refill, Sidharth ignored his friend. Keeping his eye on the door, he waited for Shehnaaz to enter.

For the next thirty minutes she didn't turn up. He had her address and would go and hassle her there if it wasn't for the risk of the cops getting involved. Plenty of the police force was on his payroll, but he wasn't going to let them know of his interest in Shehnaaz.