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.

it was, that person would really have been an angel.... a person with

a

when I halted on my tracks. The sound of the T.V. grabbed my

Apparently, the cops have also found a confession letter near the corpse were Mr.

The news reporter informed.

murder! I am damn sure! What the hell! How did this happen?!" Thundered father. He had already become hysterical.

police informed that 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

was perfectly fine last night! How can he possibly do this? What about the alliance

ditch

thrilled mind. I was barely controlling myself from screaming out loud, giggle and dance in the middle of the

pillows here and there. I had to press my hand on my mouth to prevent

got in my room and locked my door. Leaning on my back on the closed door, I let 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 it was a suicide or a murder, I didn't know and till a point, cared the least.

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

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

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

shout, "Absolutely no one has got the guts of knocking me in a bout of arm wrestling!" He

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 Amateur Flock could be termed as

my eyes and shaking my head in annoyance, I would have chosen the table farthest to them. But... as today was not a regular sucked up day, I went

them and tilting my head a little and folding my hands, as if inviting that pharma-guy for a challenge. While the other guys checked me out from head to toe in a quizzical manner, that guy smirked. He was

annoying part of my brain! And I grit my teeth in response, still having

be a little soft... I promise I wont break your hand in the process" he drawled at his jibe,