Hot Men Society Series: Desire of Mr. Fuck Boy

JENNIFER'S POV

"NO... NOT AGAIN! THIS GIRL!" I exahled. Shrishti, my collegue but from the physiotherapy department. She was standing behind me. My opponent seemed to be more eager to see who it was for which is attention shifted from his hand to her behind. And that instant was when I pinned his arm on the table surface with a thud. He got twisted on a side for that sudden impact. And me, with a triumphant smile, I got up with grace ever so slowly like a queen and waved at him as I started walking towards Shrishti, my back towards him.

Shrishti Ahuja :- Crazy ...... check✅

My best friend...... check✅

Sometimes can be a pain in the ass..... check✅

Becomes my protective mama bear whenever finds me mingling with unsuitable people..... double check ✅✅

In a summary, my second true friend after Sameera.

"So... Here this out!" She said in a grave tone, folding her hands as we sat on our usual spot beside the billing counter.

"Hmm.. spill the beans." I said huffing.

"The so called potential groom's family is coming today to see me, dammit! What should I do? Last time when maa and papa arranged a meeting with some other lad, I said I am not into boys... What should I do now? To drive him away? As this time they shall be visiting our house!" She said stroking her chin, deep in thought.

God! Shrishti and her to-be-husband tantrums! Let me tell you. The "into girls" excuse was the time before when the potential groom and she met in a library. Then, the next potential groom was rejected by sighting lack of 'sizzling chemistry' problem. The next was knocked out by saying that she could not have sex with him ever as it would instantly kill her to-be-husband. Like really!? Such ridiculous ideas as excuses? Till now, even her parents had figured it out that all the rejections were not coincidences. They were all planned!

"I think this time I should say I am pregnant with my boyfriend's baby in my tummy!" She said happy as ever as if she just discovered an HIV vaccine!

I rolled my eyes and scrunched my nose in annoyance, " Simply tell them that you are not into marraige for now! That's it!" I said huffing.

"No fur! Papa wants me to get married till he's 53! Then he will go to Rishikesh for a tirthyaatra."(a pilgrimage journey to places of famous deities for finding expanding meaning of one's self)

I guess.. its

day went in a daze. As it was second Saturday, I had my routine wrapped up by 7 in the evening. I exited my cabin

homeless old couples and some 15 people single. They called their abode as "Our Family". I soon reached there. It took some time due to the famous Mumbai traffic but I made it within an hour. As I entered the two-floored big bunglow, all my grandpas and grandmas gathered at the entrance, kissing me on my cheek and forehead. It had been a while since I had seen them. I giggled as all of them ushered me with their kisses. Then pushing me by my back, all of us sat on the table and they started feeding me all my favorite delicacies by their own hands. The table was full with jalebis, kheer, gevar, gulabjamun, chocolate pudding and what not.

on sweetie! What has happened to your appetite?" Asked Kushala dadi, the

how slowly she is chewing! Aren't the dishes tasty?" Enquired Leela dadi,one of the cooks

you the jalebis haven't been made that sweet this time!"

their face more than their tummy!" Screeched Ramu kaka, the

a reply but my mouth was already stuffed with

a piece of dirt sooner or later to be

feeding business, all of us gathered in the assembly room. This was the area where each day, early in the morning, bhajan and keertans(songs on praise of the almighty) were played. We sat in a circle and talked and talked and talked, laughed on the same century old jokes, while all if them reminisced their childhood, I listened to their tales. The clock ticked by and I didn't even realize that it already had been 3 hours since I had got there. I needed to return back to the house before it got

blessings from Guruma before leaving."

home. Guruma had been herself thrown out of her own house when she refused to transfer her only house to her son's name. Hence, in the fit of rage, her sin had left her homeless on the streets as revenge. She for the timing had asked for aome help from her childhood friend Kushala dadi to

came to know about her abilities of reading others future. Hence, the once called Narmada soon became Guruma. I remember the shells and cards she used to have in her closet through which she used to

and her with mama since the days I remember of my childhood. Even when I had been a kid, she used to pick me up and twirl

and had a reserved room of her own which she rarely left except for once in the

of the Shakespeare's classics. Yup! She was a great literature fan. I hugged her from behind and greeted her

in front of her. " So how's my princess doing?" She said with a

pouted," Oh come on dadi! I am grown up now!" I announced

You remain my

annual picnic for the family this time?" I asked, changing the

place for peace

cool huh! You are joining us right?" I asked thrilled by the

am not leaving this house anytime soon, even for a picnic. I don't think you shall be able to leave too. The Devil wont let you." She said in a

my heart began to race. The environment