Hot Men Society Series: Desire of Mr. Fuck Boy

JENNIFER'S POV

"Alright! The operation's done. The patient needs to rest now for atleast 48 hrs." I instructed the nurse. She injected the anesthesia injection accordingly.

"Dr. Mathews, we have your next patient waiting in your cabin." Informed Mandira, my assistant. "Coming!" I replied.

It had been a week since the forced proposal put on me. And, I had not anticipated any possible changes in my daily normal routine. But obviously, my luck seemed to be taking revenge on me for the sins I committed in my previous lives.

From the very next day, gifts kept flooding the house. Dozens of people would come each day to either congratulate father or simply to inspect the goodies coming each day. From gowns to jewellery to cosmetics to sweets and what not. I was hating the new-found attention of people in my personal life. But father as expected, looked satisfied.

The bruises and cuts I had earned that night had healed a bit but still, I had to use some concealer to hide them properly. For a change, father had stopped hitting me, hence making this job easy. But as the days passed, I was becoming restless and jittery. It was really happening with me. My wedding with that rapist Mayank Prakash.

I met him on the day of our engagement, two days back. And really, one look and it was confirmed what a creep he was.

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"So, Jennifer..." he drawled and caught my hand the second father turned to leave, commanding me to stay with Mayank in this deserted dining area and get to know each other. We were seated on two of the chairs out of almost 20 chairs set round the massive wooden table.

"Yes, Mr. Prakash." I replied curtly, withdrawing my hand.

"Awww, seems like my bride-to-be prefers to start with 'hello kiss' then actually permit me to touch her... hmm, I see." He cooed and inched closer to me. I could smell the pungent odour of nicotine from him, even after being at a one hand distance from him. He started playing with the hem of my ankle length skirt.

Although I was taken aback by the level of his shamelessness, somewhere that was shaking my pillars of confidence within. We were the only two people present there in the dining table.

his calculated glare fearlessly and said," Mind your hands Mr. Prakash. I won't think twice before kicking you in your balls even in

Where did you push me into!?" I asked the almighty

You won't have the guts of even looking at me haughtily

smiled at my pale face, a creepy grin... as if only reserved for me. Then he plastered his body against mine and whispered , " Sweety, would you like it if I rip your panties and tear off this dress to shreds?..... kind of make you more presentable?"

he pressed his hand on

mouth, while biting his lip. His bulgy eyes raked my body, from top to bottom. I was panicking, thinking of ways to get

head a little to see. A small group of wedding planners were coming towards our direction. Before anyone could see him assaulting me, he quickly stepped back releasing his grip from me. He stealthily moved back to his seat and sat down, calm and composed. I was disgusted. This man changed his colours

moving ceiling fans. Silent tears fell down from my eyes. I was not able to get out of this mess which threatened to strip off my pride and respect, my

I quickly stood up and wiped my

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was staring at me with a confused look as I kept looking at a distant point, all

are you doing? Did the recent change in doses have any side-effects?" I

the aftereffects as directed by the lady. But once in a while, my mind

back to the den and ask for his

run away?

against me and take advantage. And running away would do nothing. Now the mess included the governor along with my father. They won't leave a single stone unturned

see you, thunder strikes. Thunder strikes me

mind. Involuntarily, a small

in the superficial vein of Mrs. Sharma's right hand and help the recently operated patient gulp down this injection." I stated shaking my head to get rid of the newly