The Lover’s Chest

Rihaan

“Hey brother! How have you been? Why haven’t you called in so many days? All fine?” Rihaan asked his best friend on the phone as he opened his oven. Maggi tasted best while chatting with Naman. It wasn’t habit. After four years, it was tradition.
“Been thinking, mate” Naman said, in his characteristic subdued tone. Rihaan shook his head in resignation. That was one of the things that never changed. He decided to cheer Naman up.
“Thinking, have we now?” He smirked, looking for a clean spoon, “Now didn’t we promise each other never to do that?”
“Not academics man. That won’t change.” Rihaan thought he heard a smile, but couldn’t be sure.”Tell me something… How does it feel to be a heartless bastard?”

Breach Of Trust II

THE CASE SO FAR

A boy misuses the trust placed on him by his girlfriend. She tries suing him, but what's worse, the law is on his side. She has already lost her face in public. Will she lose the case too?

Breach of Trust I

Prologue:

Sheeba waltzed into the school premises, moving to a tune only she could hear. Her eyes closed, she swayed from one side to another, as the music took control of her and made her move on its own accord. A cool breeze hit her face, and she felt her face heat up in pleasure. She opened her eyes to meet the lush green grounds of her high school, and started skipping towards the academic block. A solitary brown leaf from one of the many trees that dotted both sides of the pathway leading to the block, blotting out the sunlight enough to cool down the atmosphere around her, wisped through the air, and brushed past her skin. Her elbow tingled, and she rubbed it tenderly, remembering the coarse but smooth feel of the leaf.

For some reason today her body seemed more sensitive than usual. More recdeptive to the little pleasures, she thought to herself, and then felt the heat flow into her face, and also other parts of her body. She thought she knew the answer behind the mystery – It had to do with the birthday gift teaser she had sent to Faiz via MMS. She smiled as she thought of her boyfriend’s strong arms, his chiseled chest, his dark, and handsome face. ‘Mmmmm.’ She had kept him waiting too long, and today she would open up, and let him have her. It had to be the perfect birthday gift any girlfriend could give to her boyfriend. And what’s more, he’d be waiting for her in class, right now, after the teaser she had sent him at midnight, wishing him.

You are so dirty, she scolded herself, and then shivered and another pulse of pleasure ran up her spine. She felt dirty, naughty, but she still liked it. She realized she was humming to no music, and stopped. She heard sniggering, and opened her eyes and slanted them sideways towards the source of the commotion. A couple of girls were sniggering at her, hands over mouth, their eyes as though they were shocked at the abomination that she was. Jealous, she smirked, and moved on. As she climbed the stairs that led her to her classroom, she heard yet another girl pass a surreptitious comment at her, “Slut!”. She stopped, and frowned at the girl who had just passed by. ‘What’d I do to her?’

A few guys who were guffawing over a cell phone looked at her, and quieted down. Each one of them had a smirk on his face, and one ventured out to ask her, “Are you available tonight?” Slap, she hit him, and he backed up, and the rest of the guys started guffawing again, that the bastard was even rejected by sluts! Sheeba held her hand gingerly, which was stinging from the slap, but her mind was running at lighting fast speed.

What was going on? Why was everyone behaving this way? Why was she being called a slut? Where was Faiz, and why was he allowing these people to talk like this? Suddenly she spotted Sumana, her best friend, at the classroom door and rushed to ask her what the issue was. “Hey Sumana, what’s going on here? Why is everyone – ”

SLAP

And now it was Sheeba’s turn to take a couple of steps back, recoiling, off-balance. What was that for? She shook her head, cleared her mind, and echoed her thought at a fuming Sumana. Sumana threw a cell phone at her, and walked away muttering, “I can’t believe I have such choice in friends!”

Sheeba looked on as her best friend walked away, and then flipped the cell phone open. The inbox showed a message from Faiz. She opened it, and immediately dropped the phone in shock. It was her gift… her teaser! She frantically looked around her to see if anyone had seen, and quickly deleted it. Tears began to well up in her eyes as she saw the bright words, “More’s waiting for you honey!” at the end of the slideshow died away with the photo of her ass.

Faiz had sent the message. Everybody who had seen her today had known. It struck her like a beach ball – he had sent the fucking message to everyone in school! Before she realized it, she was sprawled on the ground, her knees unable to take her weight. Her boyfriend had forwarded such a private and… and… personal message to everyone. She blinked. Ex-boy friend. There was no way he was getting away with this. She had been exposed, humiliated in front of the entire school. She couldn’t stop her tears from escaping her. She was broken. She had been in love with him. But he… he… she wiped away her tears, and promised herself thus – No matter how, she was going to get back at him. No matter how.

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Social Networking Part II

RECAP

The case:

A mother is dragged to court by 16yr old daughter because she wasn’t allowed to access the internet.

Session so far:

The prosecution has placed its case in front of the court, and now it is the defense’s turn. Who will win?

Social Networking Part I

Court Clerk

“Announcing the first case 25th October 2004. Petition filed by one Rezma against her mother Sazna on account of barring virtual freedom. Will the petitioner and the defendant please rise?”

Feet shuffled, and four people emerged from the audience and stepped forward. “Kindly take your place in front of the High chair.” The clerk intoned, “All rise for the Honorable justice Nomadh.” Now every pair of feet shuffled as everyone got up in respect of the Justice. A few gasps were heard as they realized that the justice was a midget, and a woman, and the clerk suppressed a smile. This would surely anger her, and this case was going to get very very interesting. Eleanor Nomadh was known to be a conservative person, and a daughter suing her mother would be blasphemous enough for her to draft her judgement the right way.

 

Sazna

Sazna breathed shallowly and looked back at Suzanne, who was texting away furiously. When the ladies gossip group heard of this, and if she had any guesses as to whom Suzanne was messaging, they already did; she would hear no end of it. She would be the wuss who allowed her daughter to drag her to court. They wouldn’t understand why she had done it. Accepted to meet Rezma in court. This was a better way of dealing with those teenage hormones than to fight her outright. This way atleast she would have her daughter’s respect. But no, they would not get it. They all thought daughters must be held on leashes. Bloody blimpish ultra conservative cows!

 

Annan

Sazna seemed nervous, and all Annan could do was smile. This midget, was a person of old traditional values, and that as much as put the case in his pocket. He turned to her and smiled reassuringly. He leaned in and whispered, “Don’t worry, the case is as good as won.” She just smiled, and Annan straightened himself again. Now, his only problem would be the opposing counsel, a man known for his manipulative nature: Nicholas Green. He had faced the man only thrice before, and was yet to win a case against him. In terms of a courtroom lifetime, that was a significant loss. Still, he hadn’t had the advantage he had today. Today, he would win. An added benefit would obviously be the added media attention to this case. If he won here; no, when he won here; he would be put on the map, as one of the best lawyers in town – one of the only to beat the great Nicholas Green.

 

Nicholas

Nick studied the papers in front of him, and tried not to look at the girl beside him. Rezma was 16 only, so that meant that he had to win this case. No one knew why he took up the case without payment, and he wasn’t going to tell them that either. But if he lost, Norah would lose her mind, and start digging. The fact of the matter was he was offered payment, and he took it. Just not in cash. He looked behind, and smiled at his wife. She smiled back, and he felt gratified. He immediately turned back, and the smile turned into a grimace. Gratified! That Lawrence case had all but changed his life. He’d lost his dominance, his power over Norah, and now he’d have to win this case so he could get away with Rezma’s service. When was the last time he actually HAD to win a case before? When? He shook his head, and started poring back into the papers in front of him. Life was all topsy turvy now.

Rezma

The judge was shorter than her! Rezma couldn’t believe it. This would make quite a story everywhere, no matter what the outcome of the case. But still, media was involved, and she had put on the best make up possible with her limited resources of stolen products from Mom’s drawer. She had received a lot of letters wishing her the best in her present endeavor by girls and cute guys from all around the country. She was going to be their savior. If she won. Which she would no doubt, what with the best lawyer in court representing her. And a little head-to was all it took to convince him to fight her case for free. She didn’t mind it. He was kinda hot anyway. She’d give him another if he won. Which he would ofcourse. The alternative couldn’t happen. Wouldn’t happen. This was her day. It was the day she won for herself, and for millions of other teens all over the country.

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The break up

Case 5 on the 20th October 2004

Justice Uvan

This is the retelling of my very first case. I joined this office in 1991 and ascended on the high chair only after 14 years of steady work in all departments. I promised myself to be completely impartial, and mete out judgement on the guilty, even if it were me. I entered into the truth chamber, and a sweet breeze hit the sweat on my forehead, reminding me of my nervousness.
The audience rose in respect, as I took my place on the high chair. I studied the audience frowning. Why weren’t they sitting down? I, then realized that they were waiting for my permission. I quickly nodded, and looked down to study my first case. Anything to move on from that embarrassment.

Advocate Norah

I sat down nervously. This new judge could be trouble. He seemed far more strict and if Leah didn’t hold her temper… this could all go awry very easily. It also didn’t help that her opposing council was a cheeky son of an ass. He would surely try to provoke the judge with his jokes and sarcastic comments. This was going to be one hell of a trial.

Lawrence

The fatso finally nodded and asked us to take our seats. I gladly sat down. “Let’s get this over with” I said to Nick, my lawyer. He grinned back slyly. This was going to be a piece of cake. After that, Leah would be his. Without responsibility. Ah heaven! Heat started radiating between my thighs, and I started counting the hair in the justice’s nose to cool myself down.

Leah

This judge has to side with me. I will not yield to law’s ruthless demands! I mean who gets over a break up with, with… I punched the table in frustration. Norah quickly caught my arm on the rebound and started soothing it. It felt nice. But her eyes was livid, and I glanced to the high chair to see the justice frown at me over his spectacles. I pursued my lips immediately. The pervert was checking me out! I opened my mouth to tell Norah, but instead winced in pain. Her hand had stopped soothing me and now her nails were digging into them, harvesting blood. I looked at her. She shook her head slightly in a look that shouted ‘Don’t lose your temper now. Please.’ Alright. For Norah.

Advocate Nicholas

The fatso was already frowning at Leah! This was going to be so easy. Ofcourse, simply completing a case wasn’t fun. Finishing it with style was fun. This is going to be easier than saying masochistic! I stood up, and addressed Justice nose-hair.
“Your Honor, My client here – ”
“Aw shurrup bitch. I have the case right here in front of me. Don’t need one of your performances here. Keep the joker’s cape at home.”
Oh, so that’s how he wanted to play this, did he? Alright old friend, Lets duel.