Part 3 - Arnav Kidnapped?

bOok of cliChés: 

Part III

Her new friend Spunky had exposed her to a brilliant world of make belief, a world where virtual wars were fought, where virtual friendships were forged, a world where there were constant dangers of a full blown fandom wars every show night and she had been sucked in like the female lead of her show was drawn to the male lead of her show, everything was destined in life. Things was murky at the start, but she quickly got the hang of it around day three, since then there had been no looking back. Even the fact that Arnav had been gone for a full week now and there hadn’t been any tender moments between them for a while hadn’t got her worked up, it seemed like she had truly found a place of her own, a place where she was able to gather so much information for her new show, it was a sin she hadn’t discovered it earlier. And so, she had spent entire weekends, entire weekdays at work and had even got up secretly at night after Arnav had slept to fight virtual wars with her friends the murkyshadows, mrs.edwardcullen, JonnyDeepRocks,MartianHunk and the more elusive InternetSpy, life was strangely good. The latest discussion revolved around who was the craziest dolt of the lot and who hated what – the unanimous verdict was that all of them hated weekends, and loved Mondays. The first working day was the best day of the lot while Fridays were usually meh! Thank god its Monday! `

The past week after her induction into the secret hall of fame in the online board, she had stopped bugging Arnav about her new show, her new friends were far more helpful when it came to that, so there was no need bothering him at all. All of this was obviously beginning to concern Arnav who in all honestly loved it how his wife talked so much that his ear-drums hummed constantly; so naturally her nagging silence had begun to seriously concern him. So much so that he had started thinking about a shrink to sort out this emotional mess.

Khushi rushed back home, she had been so bothered the entire two hours of her grocery time that it bugged her no ends how her phone died on her, and she couldn’t go online to check up on her post.

She left the grocery on the living room table and rushed to her room, jumped on her bed, and switched on her ipad to check up on the progress of mrs.edwardcullen’s latest internet blitz – the secret moles of mr. Cullen.

Unfortunately her undivided attention on that meant she did not see the big post-it on the bed post, right away. It was only when it had gone completely dark outside, and a mysterious green beam of light emerged from the open window that she saw what it was pointing at – there was a note on a yellow post-it!

She put the ipad away and read the note, it read –

Dear Mrs. Khushi Kumari Gupta Singh Raizada,

We have taken your husband captive, if you want him dead or alive, comply with our demands, then we will evaluate your performance and review it in our board meeting on whether you deserve to get your husband back dead or alive. Please wait for the next code to decipher, please note that every code hold shall hold a vital piece of information to help you reach to your husband.

Ps. For the record, you failed at deciphering code 1, so we had to intervene with the green beam – do not miss any more codes, or else… we will not be so kind next time.

We send our blessings, a dash of love and lots of grey matter your way,

Kind regards,

Your husband’s captivators,

 From this day forward you shall be interacting with only one of us - 

TheGreat Gazoo.

Address:

Permanent address: The invisible hut next to the big invisible hut at the northern ice cap Planum Boream

Temporarily stationed at: The invisible water stream by the great big indentation next to the great big rock where the Mars Landing took place.

Current location: BankeLaliting Planet Earth on the Shuttle Arabia Terra.

Planet Mars.