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.

Mind your hands Mr. Prakash. I won't think twice before kicking you in your balls even in public, infront of your honourable guests." Instead

did you push me into!?" I asked the

the gap of one chair between us and spoke with a hooded gaze," You

as if only reserved for me. Then he

but he pressed his hand

lip ring within his mouth, while biting his lip. His bulgy eyes raked my body, from top to bottom. I was panicking,

from me. He stealthily moved back to his seat and sat down, calm and composed. I was disgusted. This man changed his colours faster

the pillar. I looked up at the ceiling and stared at the moving ceiling fans. Silent tears fell down from my eyes. I was not able to get out of this mess which threatened

away from the two of us, I quickly stood up and wiped my tears. I pasted a fake smile on my face and quickly made my

FLASHBACK ENDS

as I kept looking at a distant point,

the recent change in doses have any side-effects?" I asked the

jot down the aftereffects as directed by the lady. But once in

stranger help me? Should I go back to the den and ask

I run away?

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 to find me and then trap me in their golden cage, that is, this

see you, thunder strikes. Thunder strikes me

my mind. Involuntarily,

this tablet 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