Hot Men Society Series: Desire of Mr. Fuck Boy

JENNIFER'S POV

The sun rays stretched out from the clouds like long, artistic fingers as they seeped into my room from the window. It made the room warm and me, cozy. But that's not what woke me up.

My alarm clock placed on the side table had got one great job to do each day. It was of waking me up at 5 am daily. Meditation and yoga was a must for half an hour in the morning, always round the year without any exception for any day. All these years, it had never dissappointed me. But today, even that wasn't the reason I got up at 9 in the morning.

"Who turned off the alarm clock?"

Was what I had been wondering.

What actually woke me up was the yelling taking place in the living room. Though the door of my room was closed, still the shouts of father were prominent. I could hear them clearly.

For what is he shouting in this early hour of the day!?

I mentally groaned. By body was aching badly and my head seemed to be spinning, even after sleeping for more in the morning. It felt as if I had been thrown into a juicer and I was helplessly whirling in that machine.

Then, something struck me.

How did I get here? I was at the party.... in the ballroom... then, someone screamed about fire... then?

After that point, my mind was completely blank. I was clutching the bedsheet tightly as I tried to remember how I ended up in my bedroom.

Maybe a considerate and caring person helped me get here? Was it Tara? I wondered.

was, that person would really have been an angel....

mentally, with a genuine smile on my

when I halted on my tracks. The sound of the T.V. grabbed my attention and the next moment, I was peeping out of

Bandra. Apparently, the cops have also found a

The news reporter informed.

father. He had already become hysterical. He was relentlessly trying different numbers on his phone to see whether the news was accurate

the handwriting in the confession letter matches with Mr. Prakash's. There are no signs of any struggle in the body which confirm it to be a self-willed

How can he possibly do this? What about the alliance now!?" To say that father was shocked

we'll ditch it! What

thrilled mind. I was barely controlling myself from screaming out loud,

to press my hand on

out an inaudible laugh and grinned. I kept grinning like an idiot for a long time and then finally, let out a sigh. I was happy on someone's death. That fact itself was depressing but I simply couldn't ignore the fact that the scoundrel deserved it! Whether

for a morning shift in the hospital and later to an oldage

royal blue colored salwar kameez for today. I wanted to make this day special by putting extra efforts on myself and enjoy the day as it came. That's the reason why I decided to put on a little makeup and give myself a new, fresh avatar. I used the kohl and put it beneath my eyes then applied some eyeliner. Unlike the other days, I decided to put on some red lipstick and have a genuine, sweet smile on my face today. Lastly, by applying a small black bindi between my eyes, I completed the look. To be true, I was looking pretty. I gave an ear-to-ear smile to myself looking at the mirror and then collecting my phone and the other essentials, I made my way out of the house. Luckily, by the time I got to the living room, father had already

made my way to HOPE. Today, the traffic didn't seem to annoy me. I had to wait in a jam for around 30 minutes but I enjoyed the wait while listening to my favorite Kishore Kumar hits. Then finally, I reached the hospital within time. I parked my car in its usual place behind the hospital and then punched my i-card at the security desk, marking my presence for the day. I made my way to the cabin in the 10th floor, in the Cardio-department. There, Mandira briefed me about the patients I had to operate on and a meeting I had to attend with the directors of the hospital for suggestions on any development issues of the hospital. Once done, I straightaway went to the canteen to have my breakfast. It

no one has got the guts of knocking me in a bout of arm wrestling!" He was possibly an intern from the pharmacy department. The

warm blooded group full of energy. They had the responsibility of organizing the celebrations of different festivals in the hospital while we the seniors, were there to organize the birthdays. It was a system created by the directors which kept our monotonous, difficult time to have a twist, relax an enjoy! So, in a way

chosen the table farthest to them. But...

other guys checked me out from head to toe in a quizzical manner, that guy smirked. He was sexy, too be true. Black curly hair covered his forehead while his emerald eyes shone in the

most annoying part of my brain!

need to be a little soft... I promise I wont break your hand in the process" he drawled at his jibe, the sexy smirk not leaving