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)

its

a daze. As it was

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,

your appetite?" Asked Kushala dadi, the owner

how slowly she is chewing! Aren't the dishes tasty?" Enquired Leela

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

days! They care of their face more than their tummy!" Screeched Ramu kaka, the

you dieting!?" All of them yelled together. They expected a reply but

for - True, genuine Love, care towards me, making me feel important for them and not a piece of dirt sooner or later to be dusted off. Eventually, my eyes filled with tears on receiving

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

blessings from Guruma before leaving." Kushala dadi

the people living in this abode of peace,nearly in her 80s. She had been the very person who had advised Kushala dadi to use this vacant house for making an oldage 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,

of reading others fate through tarrot cards. Once the 'old gang' started flowing in, they soon 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

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

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

stool with one of the Shakespeare's classics. Yup! She was a great literature fan. I hugged her from behind and greeted her "Namaste Naru dadi!"

her. " So

on dadi! I am grown up now!" I announced throwing my hands

remain my

picnic for the family this time?" I

Udaipur. A perfect place for peace and

I asked

don't think you shall be able to leave too. The Devil wont

heart began to race. The environment turned