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.

FLASHBACK STARTS :-

"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.

you in your

you push me

between us and spoke with a hooded gaze," You won't

at my pale face, a creepy grin... as if only reserved for me. Then he

HELP!-" I began to shout but he pressed his hand on

his mouth, while biting his lip. His bulgy eyes raked my

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 faster than the chameleon. How could father possibly expect me to marry

tears fell down from my eyes. I was not able to get out of this mess which threatened to strip

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

FLASHBACK ENDS

a confused look as I kept looking at

how are you doing? Did the recent change in doses have any side-effects?" I asked the old lady, with a polite smile, quickly coming

directed by the lady. But once in a while, my mind would again slip into the past and throw questions at me, weaving

that stranger help me? Should I go back to

run away?

the ridiculous ideas. The stranger knew nothing about me. Maybe he could use my situation 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 to find me and then trap me in their golden

I see you, thunder

Involuntarily,

right hand and help the recently operated patient gulp down this injection." I stated shaking my head to get rid