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.

would really have been

with a genuine smile on

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

Prakash was found hanging from the ceiling of his villa located in Bandra. Apparently, the cops have also found a confession letter near the corpse were Mr.

The news reporter informed.

hell! How did this happen?!" Thundered father. He had already become hysterical. He was relentlessly trying different numbers on his phone to see

Prakash's. There are no signs of any struggle in the body which confirm it to be

How can he possibly do this? What about the alliance now!?" To say that father was shocked would be an understatement. He was shaken on

we'll ditch

was barely controlling myself from screaming out loud, giggle and

and there. I had to press my hand on my mouth to prevent myself from squealing out of my uncontrollable

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

second Saturday today which ment I had to go for a morning shift in the hospital and later to an oldage home in the

fine 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

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 had been a ritual now, all these years since mamma went away, I never ate in the house neither did I cook for anyone. It was just some confectionery baking I did whenever alone in the house, which was very rare. Otherwise, all the meals I

today genuinely returning the smiles the passersby were giving me. As I entered, I heard someone from the 'Amateur Flock' shout, "Absolutely no one has got the guts of knocking me in a bout of arm wrestling!" He was possibly an intern from the pharmacy

of organizing the celebrations of different festivals in the hospital while we the seniors, were

have rolled my eyes and shaking my head in annoyance, I would have chosen the table farthest to them. But... as

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

den more! Isn't it?" Whispered the most annoying part of my brain!

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